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And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap, And it sprang down with a ready snap --And then with a smile of awful command He laid his hand upon my hand."You tricked me. ," I shouted then,"That your scaffold was built for other men... For who has served me more faithfully Then you with your coward's hope?And I no henchman of yours," I cried,"You lied to me, Hangman. "Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,"Lied to you? " said he,"And where are the others who might have stood Side by your side in the common good? And amiably"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:"First the foreigner, then the Jew...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....Actually quite a while in one or two cases, but I haven't got round to it.So now that I've determined not to let it drag on any longer, in no particular order: I'm also adding Big Brother Watch to the other sites bit.That's a thing I do To stretch a rope when the rope is new."Then one cried "Murder! "And into our midst the Hangman came To that man's place. And we gave him way, and no one spoke Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand With the yellow hemp in his busy hand; With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike And his air so knowing and business-like.
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.