United We Stand
And when they come for you,
Will you mention my name,
Will you say, “I remember that guy.”
Or will you be like the late Ernst Rohm?
With those famous last words,
Spoken behind basement iron bars,
Where caged, disarmed, and powerless,
He was murdered by the same people,
Whom he praised with his dying breath.
The sower reaps many months after,
He has sown, and always the same yeld.
So remember me, when your time comes,
To stand, or kneel, where they buried my ashes,
And don’t believe, as I did,
That we shall overcome,
Was a motto, as would save me,
Or you, without the strength of arms,
Held tight together between us.
Poem by Paul Brown
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