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Only A Pawn In Their Game - Bob Dylan
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers’ blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man’s brain
But he can’t be blamed
He’s only a pawn in their game.
A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
“You got more than the blacks, don’t complain.
You’re better than them, you been born with white skin,” they explain.
And the Negro’s name
Is used it is plain
For the politician’s gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man’s used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He’s taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
‘Bout the shape that he’s in
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he’s taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide ‘neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain’t got no name
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He’ll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.
Comments from youtube: Remember, he wrote this song at a time when a black man couldn’t serve a white man a burger at McDonalds, or even use the same restroom or drinking fountain. He just called it like it was. The poor white men of those times were just as much victims as the blacks. They were used as pawns in a game. Why does it sound so…familiar?

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I think the bartender shortchanged him. He should have received a Rook, Bishop, and 5 Pawns in change for the King and Queen and pint of beer.
Wel wel wel, vir ons in S.A. is dit nie verstommend dat die woorde so bekend klink nie, as mens sien hoe die grootkoppe groot bedrae geld vir ondernemings kan verloor en dan met reuse bedrae daarvoor beloon word, dan voel ons gewone werknemers so…
Ons sal maar altyd daardie pion in “hulle” politieke spel bly, al doen ons wat. Amper soos marionette ook. Watter kant jy toe gaan, jy sal dit wees, tensy jy op ‘n eiland gaan bly waar jy onbereikbaar vir enige iemand is.
Jip, daai woorde klink baaaaie bekend.
Amper oorbekend!
Ek ondek jou nou eers. Pragtige plekkie van jou en baie interessante leesstof.
Hi Alta, Welkom hier op my blog! Dankie vir jou mooi kommentaar. Ek is bly jy vind dit interessant, alhoewel my laaste paar inskrywings maar bietjie “droog” is – vanwee te veel skoolwerk die kant. Sit weer met 4 stelle rapporte wat Vrydag moet klaar wees. Geniet jou “kuier” hier en maak weer ‘n draai wanneer jy so voel.
Van Bob se beste songs was in sy protes fase. Amper soos Koos Kombuis en die ander alternatiewe Afrikaners.
hi Emil
Jy’s reg, daardie liedjie is baie duidelik die “evidence” daarvan.