In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician Scrawled in spite across the envelope With all of our conviction It only took a few hours for his peers To find him guilty in a trial too fair A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living My body if I could choose, to ashes it reduce Murdered by the capitalist 1915 be careful of what you wish Who is wrong and who is righteous? What was stolen from us, we will replace Off with the head on the body we feast Who is wrong and who is righteous Will never be our own decision He yelled fire to the squad with guns They stopped his heart from beating Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce And let the breezes blow to where some flowers grow Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again And if the workers take a notion They can stop all speeding trains Every ship upon the ocean They can tie with mighty chains Every wheel in the creation Every mine and every mill Fleets and armies of all nations Will at our command stand still