Dedicated to those in the streets, in the courts, in city councils, on social media, protests at consulates, at mainstream corporate media offices, on college campuses, at legislators’ and governors’ offices and state capitols, to those who fly kites, ring bells, sing songs, who challenge the “killers in high places” and to the journalists who inform us and the/poets/writers/artists who inspire us– not forgetting the millions who protest worldwide, and so to all who protest Israel’s aggressive and destructive Zionism (supported by the U.S. government), along with apartheid and genocide in Palestine/Gaza and to all who act and pray daily for CEASEFIRE NOW!
The birds they sang 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
Ah, the wars they will be fought again The holy dove, she 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, 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 Yeah, and 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, they’ve summoned up A thundercloud They’re going to hear from me
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in
You can add up the parts But you won’t have the sum You can strike up the march There is no drum Every heart, every heart To love will come But like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in That’s how the light gets in
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