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Carl Sandburg - Ossawatomie

I DON’T know how he came,
shambling, dark, and strong.
He stood in the city and told men:
My people are fools, my people are young and strong, my people must learn, my people are terrible workers and fighters.
Always he kept on asking: Where did that blood come from?
They said: You for the fool killer, you for the booby hatch and a necktie party.
  They hauled him into jail.
  They sneered at him and spit on him,
  And he wrecked their jails,
  Singing, “God damn your jails,”
  And when he was most in jail
  Crummy among the crazy in the dark
  Then he was most of all out of jail
  Shambling, dark, and strong,
Always asking: Where did that blood come from?
  They laid hands on him
  And the fool killers had a laugh
  And the necktie party was a go, by God.
They laid hands on him and he was a goner.
  They hammered him to pieces and he stood up.
They buried him and he walked out of the grave, by God,
  Asking again: Where did that blood come from?

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 3. Ossawatomie
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- IV. Playthings of the Wind
Year: Published/Written in 1922
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