(Are you trying to tell me that you will fight against me?)
Oh you will win that too
For if you fail to silence me you know what I will do
(What will you do physician?)
I will go among the people
And try to answer the questions that burn in their hearts
The questions that I've asked myself for all my life
Wherever I've wandered in the world and which were answered for me
By a dying man I will wear the clothes of a slave
And kick the sandles from my feet, and speak to the wives
As they fry their fish before their mud huts by the river
To the porters on the docks, to the smiths by their belows
To the slaves under the yolks, and I will say
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Oh you will win that too
For if you fail to silence me you know what I will do
(What will you do physician?)
I will go among the people
And try to answer the questions that burn in their hearts
The questions that I've asked myself for all my life
Wherever I've wandered in the world and which were answered for me
By a dying man I will wear the clothes of a slave
And kick the sandles from my feet, and speak to the wives
As they fry their fish before their mud huts by the river
To the porters on the docks, to the smiths by their belows
To the slaves under the yolks, and I will say
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