I Want To Hold A Series Of

I Nursed Men Back To Sanity Who Were Driven To Despair. I Solicited Clothes For The Ragged Children, For The Desperate Mothers. I Laid Out The Dead, The Martyrs Of The Strike.

You Know I Took An Oath To Tell The Truth When I Took The Witness Stand

You Ought To Be Out Raising Hell. This Is The Fighting Age. Put On Your Fighting Clothes.

I'm Not A Humanitarian, I'ma Hell-raiser.

My Address Is Like My Shoes. It Travels With Me. I Abide Where There Is A Fight Against Wrong.