The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti

Father - yes, I am a prisoner

Fear not, to relate my crime

The crime is loving the forsaken

Only silence is shame

Blessed are the persecuted

And blessed are the pure in heart

Blessed are the merciful

Blessed are the ones who mourn

"Give to me your tired and your poor

Your huddled masses, yearning to be free

The wretched refuge of your teeming shore

Send these, the homeless"

- send this task to me

And now I'll tell you

What's against us

And aught that's lived for centuries

Go through the years

And you will find

What's blackened all

Of the history

Father, yes I am a prisoner

Only silence is...

Shame