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The wings of the scaffold opened wide Till they covered the square from side to side; And the monster cross-beam, looking down, Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came, Through the empty streets, and called my name --And I looked at the gallows soaring tall, And thought, "There is no one left at all For hanging, and so he calls to me To help pull down the gallows-tree."So I went out with right good hope To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
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There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint.“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family?
Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand? And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation....
"Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye, And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:"He who serves me best," said he,"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."And he stepped down, and laid his hand On a man who came from another land.Fed by the blood beneath the chute, The gallows-tree had taken root; Now as wide, or a little more, Than the steps that led to the courthouse door, As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall, Halfway up on the courthouse wall.The third he took -- we had all heard tell --Was a usurer, and an infidel."What," said the Hangman "have you to do With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?I did no more than you let me do."Beneath the beam that blocked the sky None had stood so alone as I.The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there Cried "Stop! A few more to add that I've been following on RSS for a little while.