From the recording We Know What Our Eyes Have Seen
I wrote this on January 25, 2026 -- the day after the murder of Alex Pretti in Minneapolis by ICE. Just a home recording, melody not quite fixed . . .
Lyrics
We’ve a dusting of icy snow
There’s a hawk watching from a tree
There’s a dead man lying in a street up North
And anger in the land of the free
You can say it once, you can say it again, but I know what my eyes have seen
You’re hiding behind a podium
Your lips mouthing lying words
Denying the dead his innocence
And what the witnesses saw and heard
You can say it once, you can say it again, but I know what my eyes have seen
It’s the season of epiphanies
The star’s light leading us on
The king is on a killing spree
Protecting his golden throne
Every one of us a candle / Every one of us a song / Every one of us a story / Every one of us belongs
Everybody’s got a beating heart / feels pleasure and pain / got a right to the morrow / that oughta be plain
The night is cold, the moon is out
It’s the moon of the popping trees
The monks are walking, one step at a time
They’re walking a walk of peace
You can say it once, you can say it again, but I know what my eyes have seen
We know what our eyes have seen