[00:20.53]In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician,[00:25.40]Scrawled in spite across the envelope[00:27.65]With all of our conviction.[00:30.09]In only took a few hours for his peers[00:32.65]To find him guilty in a trail too fair,[00:35.19]A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living.[00:40.16]My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce.[00:48.23]Murdered by the capitalist,[00:50.23]November 1915 be careful of what you wish.[00:53.17]Who is wrong and who is righteous?[00:54.73][00:57.74]What was stolen from us we will replace,[01:00.43]Off with the head on the body we feast,[01:02.99]Who is wrong and who is righteous,[01:05.31]Will never be our own decision.[01:19.62][01:28.31]He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating.[01:33.02]Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing:[01:38.04]“My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce,[01:42.84]And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow.[01:47.59]Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again.[01:52.71][02:27.60]If the workers take a notion,[02:30.35]They can stop all speeding trains,[02:33.35]Every ship upon the ocean.[02:36.15]They can tie with mighty chains[02:39.08]Every wheel in the creation,[02:41.87]Every mine and every mill.[02:44.79]Fleets and armies of all nations[02:47.29]Will at our command stand still.