I DONâ€™T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong.
He stood in the city and told men: My people are fools, my people are young and strong, my people must learn, my people are terrible workers and fighters. Always he kept on asking: Where did that blood come from?
They said: You for the fool killer, you for the booby hatch and a necktie party.
They hauled him into jail. They sneered at him and spit on him, And he wrecked their jails, Singing, â€œGod damn your jails,â€ And when he was most in jail Crummy among the crazy in the dark Then he was most of all out of jail Shambling, dark, and strong, Always asking: Where did that blood come from? They laid hands on him And the fool killers had a laugh And the necktie party was a go, by God. They laid hands on him and he was a goner. They hammered him to pieces and he stood up. They buried him and he walked out of the grave, by God, Asking again: Where did that blood come from?