Sacco's Letter To His Son - Woody Guthrie

If nothing happens, they will electrocute us right after midnight

Therefore here I am right with you, with love and with open heart,

as I was yesterday

Don’t cry, Dante, for many, many tears have been wasted

As your mother’s tears have been already wasted for seven years

And never did any good

So, son, instead of crying, be strong, be brave

So as to be able to comfort your mother

And when you want to distract her from the discouraging soulness

You take her for a long walk in the quiet countryside

Gathering flowers here and there

And resting under the shade of trees, beside the music of the waters

The peacefulness of nature, she will enjoy it very much

And you will surely, too

But, son, you must remember: Don’t use all yourself

But down yourself, just one step

To help the weak ones at your side

The weaker ones that cry for help, the persecuted and the victim

They are your friends, friends of yours and mine

They are the comrades that fight -- yes, and sometimes fall

Just as your father, your father and Bartolo, have fallen

Have fought and fell, yesterday, for the conquest of joy

Of freedom for all

In the struggle of life you’ll find, you’ll find more love

And in the struggle, you will be loved also