Two Good Arms

Who will remember the hand so white and fine That touch the finest linen, that pour the finest wine? Who will remember the genteel words they spoke To name the lives of two good men a nuisance or a joke? All who know these two good arms Know I never had to rob or kill I can live by my own two hands and live well And all my life, I have struggled To rid the earth of all such crime Who will remember Judge Webster there, one hand on the gavel The other resting on his chair? Who will remember the hateful words he said Speaking to the living in the language of the dead? All who know these two good arms Know I never had to rob or kill I can live by my own two hands and live well And all my life, I have struggled To rid the earth of all such crime Who will remember the hand upon the switch That took the lives of two good men In the service of the rich? Who will remember the one that gave the nod Or the chaplain standing near at hand to invoke the name of God? We will remember this good shoemaker We will remember this poor fish peddler We will remember all the strong arms and hands That never once found justice in the hands that ruled this land And all who knew these two good men Knew they never had to rob or kill Each had lived by his own two hands, and they lived well And all their lives, they had struggled To rid the earth of all such crime And all our lives, we must struggle To rid the earth of all such crime