In Blackshirts like S.S. and storm troops,
Faces covered, no I.D.,
They grab folks from the streets and doorsteps:
Next one could be you or me.
They whisk them away in wagons,
No warrant, no judge, no crime,
In jail, incommunicado:
That could be you next time.
Then fly them off to prison
In Cuba or El Salvador,
Beyond the reach of reason,
Beyond the reach of the law.
Like Pol Pot or Stalin or Hitler,
We’ve seen this all before.
So when you hear the knocking,
Better not answer your door.
Why are we letting this happen?
Why only sit and complain?
The time is now for action:
A citizens’ hurricane.
Expose the cowardly Blackshirts.
Surround them with disgrace and shame.
Sit down in front of their masters,
To block their illegal game.
Surround the members of Congress,
No matter wherever they go;
Tell them to stop this nonsense;
Make your discontent known.
Peaceably should we assemble,
Wherever abductions occur.
To block the illegal kidnaps,
We need some serene saboteurs.
Gandhi and King succeeded
In righting injustice and hate.
We need to repeat their action,
Now, before it’s too late.