History Has Their Number

You can't live in anger
 You can't live in anger
 Nobody can
 It's not for you to shoulder
 It's not for you to shoulder
 The hateful earn whatever come of them
 But why should you have to suffer
 Why should you have to suffer
 Why do tou have to march 'cause your love
 To be shouted over
 To be lorded over
 No one should have to beg for what is just
 To feel is not a weakness
 Beating back a sickness
 Whatever sad excuses you may hear
 However bleak a picture
 All of the lines of scripture
 Anything about acceptance there
 And those who would wish to judge you
 Those who would begruge you
 All the freedoms they themselves enjoy
 Soon will crumble under
 History has their number
 It means more to create than to destroy