Bill Bumpus Somerville MA - An injury to one is an injury to all

at the break of day


start again


i heard them say


don't dwell


on what has passed away


or what is yet to be



the wars


they will be fought again


the holy dove


will be caught again


bought and sold


and bought again


the dove is never free




ring the bells


that still can ring


forget


your perfect offering


there is a crack


in everything


that's how the light gets in



we asked for signs


the signs were sent


the birth betrayed


the marriage spent


the widowhood


of every government


signs for all to see




i can't run no more


with that lawless crowd


while the killers in high places


say their prayers out loud


but they've summoned up a thundercloud


they're gonna hear from me




you can add up the parts


you won't have the sum


you can strike up the march


there is no drum


every heart to love will come


but like a refugee