Tired Feet, Restless Spirits

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It was here, in 1963, that the cops beat up the marchers from the SCLC.
Now, there's justice, equality and there's racial harmony--
So, it seems; So, it's believed.
What they did back then's as bad as what they're doing today.
Inactivity can matter as much as what you do or what you say.
Now and then--and now, more often--the monster they thought was dead
Returns from "The Past" and rears its ugly head.

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