Poems by Bruce Hartford

Mississippi Voter Rally
Grenada March #107
The Liberals Song

MISSISSIPPI VOTER RALLY

Hot, drippy evening,
      red & yellow bars of neon light.
A crowd of dark shadows
      defiantly stand in the Mississippi night.
Car roof buckles under the weight
      of silhouetted shadows against the neon.
Courage and song rise up from
      the surrounding sea of unseen folk
      engulfing us like a warm friendly ocean.

Helmets advance out of the dark
      fearsome, their long false faces
      hideous masks of death.
A shouted command, choking fumes,
      explosions,
             screams,
                  terror.
Can't breath, can't see.

The warm ocean scatters like
      spilled quicksilver.
Blindly running, blindly escaping.
Clubs thud against fragile flesh
      as helmets leap out of the night,
out of the agonizing blinding fog
      to fall on helpless innocence.

Quite, echoing quite,
      the damp Mississippi night closes in
on homes strangely dark.
Black shadows peer from dark windows
      as the Mars-men patrol their temporarily conquered territory,
      boots echoing off stony-faced homes.

Inside, in the dark, human blast furnaces
      forge inner resolve.
Hammers of anger pounding out determination,
      tomorrow... tomorrow.. tomorrow...

[Written in Grenada Mississippi in August of 1966 after police and state troopers attacked and tear-gassed a voter-registration rally held in front of the Chat & Chew Cafe.]

Copyright © Bruce Hartford, 1966, all rights reserved.

GRENADA MARCH #107

Echoing songs on the square
White breath in cold night air
Black shadows, two by two
Marching strong, me and you.

"Ohhh freedom, ohhhh freedom
ohhhh freedom over me...."

Beneath a lonely street light
Children singing out at night.
The mobs are gone, for this time
And tension eases down the line.


"...and before I'll be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave
and go home to my Lord
and be free-oh and be free..."

Standing silent round the square
Troopers watch with hard, cold stare.
"Niggers on the march again.
Damn! Will they never end?"

"...No more gassings, no more beatings
no more jailings, over me..."

Around, around, the square we stride
Cold air filled with freedom's pride.
We'll keep marching side by side
'till freedom gates are opened wide.

"...and before I'll be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave
and go home to my Lord
and be free-oh and be free."

It's quite on the square again
As one-oh-seven comes to end.
Proud, we march down Pearl Street
Back to church where we meet.

[Written in late October, 1966, after one of the many mass marches in Grenada Mississippi.]

Copyright © Bruce Hartford, 1966, all rights reserved.

THE LIBERALS' SONG

This was originally written by Gerry Farber while on a Non-Violent Action Committee (N-VAC) picket line. As was true with most freedom songs, other marchers added or altered verses. It was sung with a calypso beat to the tune of "Maryann."

Walking on the picket line
Carrying my freedom sign
Up came a liberal anxiously
These are the words he said to me:
You're only hurting your cause this way
That's what all of us liberals say
Nobody likes things the way they are
But you're going too fast, and you're going too far.

Hebrew children by the Red Sea shore
Walked through the water four by four
Moses let old Pharaoh swim
This is what Pharaoh said to him:

You're only hurting your cause this way
That's what all of us liberals say
Nobody likes things the way they are
But you're going too fast, and you're going too far.

All night long they were making tea
At the Boston harbor jamboree
A liberal ran to the water's side
This is what he called across the tide:

You're only hurting your cause this way
That's what all of us liberals say
Nobody likes things the way they are
But you're going too fast, and you're going too far.

Frederick Douglas broke the color bar
When he rode a train in the white folk's car
They said 'Get up' but he wouldn't go
What they told him we all know:

You're only hurting your cause this way
That's what all of us liberals say
Nobody likes things the way they are
But you're going too fast, and you're going too far.

God gave Noah the rainbow sign
Won't be water but the fire next time
And when those fires are blazing away
The liberals will look up to God and say:

You're only hurting your cause this way
That's what all of us liberals say
Nobody likes things the way they are
But you're going too fast, and you're going too far.

Copyright © 2004
Last Modified: June 26, 2004.
Webspinner: webmaster@crmvet.org
(Labor donated)