Anger in the Land

Oh ther'e grieving in Oklahoma,
And there's weeping in Indiana,
There's sorrow in the prison cell
Where a man waits to die.

You'll not as me why I'm silent;
Thus, the man spoke to me.
His two eyes blazed forth anger
And his throat throbbed agony.

Did you ever see a bombing,
Ever see a frenzied mob
Mill around a blown-up building
When its done a hellish job?

Let the wind go crying yonder
In the tree-tops by the bars
Let its voice be soft and feeling
Like it was a living thing.

Yes, the day was full of terror
And the deeds were full of wrong
There is sorrow in a prison cell
And there's anger in the land!