Many of us have been struck by the same connection. I started writing this 7 days ago. It went through many versions as new information emerged...only information, not truth. As Dylan wrote, "there are no truths outside the gates of Eden".
The Lonesome Death of Trayvon Martin*
George Zimmerman killed young Trayvon Martin
With an automatic concealed beneath his red t-shirt
In a Sanford, Florida, gated community
And the cops they arrived and asked how it had happened
George said the guy looked weird and made him feel threatened
So the cops they told George to have a good evening
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now is not the time for your tears
George Zimmerman, who had twenty-eight years,
Was a self-appointed neighborhood watch captain
With strict Catholic parents to guide and control him
The former choirboy who yearned to be a law agent
Reacted to his deeds with dread and confusion
Because his 911 call had a fatal conclusion
And the man he accosted would not come back calling
Later, in the face of his friends, George could not stop bawling
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now is not the time for your tears
Trayvon Martin was a seventeen year old boy
Who dreamed of becoming an aeronautic mechanic
And studying and learning at a Florida university
A slim football player and a typical teen
Who went out that evening to get snacks for his family
And during a phone conversation with his high school sweetheart
Was pursued and confronted by vigilante Zimmerman
In the ensuing scuffle, the pursuer pulled out his pistol
Two shots pierced the night, one laid Trayvon face down
And the promise of his young life bled out on the ground
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now is not the time for your tears
In the Tallahassee statehouse, Jeb Bush slammed down his fist
Proclaiming vigilante law can’t be easily dismissed
That we have rights to hold guns and we need rights to use them
Without interference from those judges and juries
Once the cops believe the story, it may be forgotten
Though the ladder of law might have rungs that are rotten
To create a whole generation who could kill for no reason
Except they might happen to be feeling angry some evening
And Jeb legalized with his pen, most florid and unfettered,
For the likes of George Zimmerman, with no hesitation or shame,
Escape from justice, the uncontested self-defense claim
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now is the time for your tears
*Derived from: The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll by Bob Dylan, Copyright © 1964, 1966 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music
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