Days of Decision – Phil Ochs

It is uncanny how Phil Ochs songs resonate with today. This was a song written in the early sixties about the civil rights movement. It was about the murder of the three young civil rights activists –  Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner, also known as the Freedom Summer murders.

Back then the Klan and other White Supremacist fascists were marching on the streets.

Decisions had to be made concerning which side you were on. Were you with the racist scum or were you going to be part of a civilised nation?

Well the fascists are marching again. The nation has to decide which side to support.

As the FBI investigates Kavanaugh – a decision has to be made.

As we tackle global warming and the right-wing deniers there are decisions to be made.

As the inequality soars and the 1% global elite get away with murder there are decisions to be made.

As the Me Too sets about addressing patriarchal society there are decisions to be made.

As the midterm elections loom there are decisions to be made.

As the chaos of Brexit looms there are decisions to be made.

These are the days of decision.

Oh, the shadows of doubt are in many a mind,
Lookin’ for an answer they’re never gonna find,
But they’d better decide ’cause they’re runnin’ out of time,
For these are the days of decision.

Oh, the games of stalling you cannot afford,
Dark is the danger that’s knocking on the door,
And the far-reaching rockets say you can’t wait anymore,
For these are the days of decision.

In the face of the people who know they’re gonna win,
There’s a strength that’s greater than the power od the wind,
And you can’t stand around when the ice is growing thin,
For these are the days of decision.

I’ve seen your heads hinding ‘neath the blankets of fear,
When the paths they are plain and the choices are clear,
But with each passing day, boys, the cost is more dear
For these are the days of decision.

There’s many a cross that burns in the night,
And the fingers of the fire are pointing as they bite,
Oh you can’t let the smoke keep on blinding all your sight,
For these are the days of decision.

Now the mobs of anger are roamin’ the street,
From the rooftops they are aimin’ at the police on the beat,
And in city after city you know they will repeat,
For these are the days of decision.

There’s been warnin’s of fire, warnin’s of flood,
Now there’s the warnin’ of the bullet and the blood,
From the three bodies buried in the mississippi mud,
Sayin’ these are the days of decision.

There’s a change in the wind, and a split in the road,
You can do what’s right or you can do what you are told,
And the prize of the victory will belong to the bold,
Yes, these are the days of decision.

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