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From Bob Dylan's album: The Times They Are A Changin

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers^, blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man^,s brain
But he can^,t be blamed
He^,s only a pawn in their game.

A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
"You got more than the blacks, don^,t complain.
You^,re better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain.
And the Negro^,s name
Is used it is plain
For the politician^,s gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain^,t him to blame
He^,s only a pawn in their game.

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man^,s used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He^,s taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
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So he never thinks straight
^,Bout the shape that he^,s in
But it ain^,t him to blame
He^,s only a pawn in their game.

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he^,s taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide ^,neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain^,t got no name
But it ain^,t him to blame
He^,s only a pawn in their game.

Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He^,ll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.
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