Bruce Springsteen is as horrified as most of the country by Trump’s mask-wearing henchmen who are bringing with them, chaos, fear and murder.
Minneapolis has now been immortalized.
Through the winter’s ice and coldDown Nicollet AvenueA city aflame fought fire and ice‘Neath an occupier’s bootsKing Trump’s private army from the DHSGuns belted to their coatsCame to Minneapolis to enforce the lawOr so their story goesAgainst smoke and rubber bulletsBy the dawn’s early lightCitizens stood for justiceTheir voices ringing through the nightAnd there were bloody footprintsWhere mercy should have stoodAnd two dead left to die on snow-filled streetsAlex Pretti and Renee Good
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voiceSinging through the bloody mistWe’ll take our stand for this landAnd the stranger in our midstHere in our home they killed and roamedIn the winter of ’26We’ll remember the names of those who diedOn the streets of Minneapolis
Trump’s federal thugs beat up onHis face and his chestThen we heard the gunshotsAnd Alex Pretti lay in the snow, deadTheir claim was self defense, sirJust don’t believe your eyesIt’s our blood and bonesAnd these whistles and phonesAgainst Miller and Noem’s dirty lies
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voiceCrying through the bloody mistWe’ll remember the names of those who diedOn the streets of Minneapolis
Now they say they’re here to uphold the lawBut they trample on our rightsIf your skin is black or brown my friendYou can be questioned or deported on sight
In chants of ICE out nowOur city’s heart and soul persistsThrough broken glass and bloody tearsOn the streets of Minneapolis
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voiceSinging through the bloody mistHere in our home they killed and roamedIn the winter of ’26We’ll take our stand for this landAnd the stranger in our midstWe’ll remember the names of those who diedOn the streets of MinneapolisWe’ll remember the names of those who diedOn the streets of Minneapolis
Thanks, Bruce.
Open thread.
