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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 15 ธ.ค. 2022
- In the folk tradition, I updated song lyrics to reflect a contemporary issue. The song is Bob Dylan’s "A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall". The issue is the immoral persecution of a truth-teller.
Julian Assange is a journalist who exercised his Constitutional right, as well as a moral and social obligation, to present citizens the truth.
For this offense, he lived in exile, endured a grotesque extradition trial where he was denied communication with his counsel, and, according to a United Nations examination, suffered torture at the hands of our great nation and her allies.
A civilized nation would not commit war crimes.
A reasonable nation would not punish a journalist for exposing war crimes.
A just nation would pardon the journalist and reflect on why it commits war crimes.
These zealous years trying to grass Assange up on various charges have shown the United States is neither civilized or reasonable. Can the United States at least be just?
If journalism is judged to be treason, that will do more damage to this country than any exposé of its corruption could ever do.
If government prosecutors continue to press forward with this vile, dangerous tack, just set the Constitution aflame, and lay bare for all to see that these wars defending, protecting and spreading "freedom" were nothing but hollow rhetoric.
The United States targeting, torturing and imprisoning journalists is no better than the human rights violations it accuses China and other nations of practicing.
No person of conscience can allow this affront to Liberty continue. Julian Assange must be pardoned - must be free - so that the First Amendment, the soul of our nation, is preserved.
"My Blue-Eyed Son" (Julian’s Reflection)
New Lyrics by Stephen Sonneveld
Based on "A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan
Oh, where you been my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been my darling young one?
Answered smoke signals to their funeral pyre
Fought for the truth and they called me a liar
They slung their muck now I stand a'mired
Oh, where have you been
They wanna ground up my soul and scatter the ashes
They try and they try to no satisfaction
My husk endures, so that’s why I’m askin
Oh, where have you been
My blue-eyed son
The tempest roils in from their lofty aerie
I steel myself till one day I’ll walk free
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain that’s gonna fall
Oh, where you been my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been my darling young one?
I've been out in the world lookin for angels
I discovered that them ain’t nothing but Fables
Broke my heart and my back an all I believed in
Sometimes I wonder how I am still breathin
But damn their evil if they think I’m leavin
My blue-eyed son
Look - The tempest roils in from their lofty aerie
I steel myself for one day I’ll walk free
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain that’s gonna fall
Damn their evil if they think I’m leavin
I steel myself for one day I’ll walk free
I’ll walk free
I’ll see you again
My blue-eyed son - บันเทิง
