{"id":7366,"date":"2012-03-17T06:38:55","date_gmt":"2012-03-17T13:38:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/?p=7366"},"modified":"2012-09-26T06:08:52","modified_gmt":"2012-09-26T13:08:52","slug":"the-rhyme-of-time-bobby-sans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/?p=7366","title":{"rendered":"The Rhyme of Time &#8211; Bobby Sans"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Rhyme of Time<\/strong><br \/>\nBobby Sans<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s an inner thing in every man,<br \/>\nDo you know this thing my friend?<br \/>\nIt has withstood the blows of a million years,<br \/>\nAnd will do so to the end.<\/p>\n<p>It was born when time did not exist,<br \/>\nAnd it grew up out of life,<br \/>\nIt cut down evil&#8217;s strangling vines,<br \/>\nLike a slashing searing knife.<\/p>\n<p>It lit fires when fires were not,<br \/>\nAnd burnt the mind of man,<br \/>\nTempering leandened hearts to steel,<br \/>\nFrom the time that time began.<\/p>\n<p>It wept by the waters of Babylon,<br \/>\nAnd when all men were a loss,<br \/>\nIt screeched in writhing agony,<br \/>\nAnd it hung bleeding from the Cross.<\/p>\n<p>It died in Rome by lion and sword,<br \/>\nAnd in defiant cruel array,<br \/>\nWhen the deathly word was &#8216;Spartacus&#8217;<br \/>\nAlong the Appian Way.<\/p>\n<p>It marched with Wat the Tyler&#8217;s poor,<br \/>\nAnd frightened lord and king,<br \/>\nAnd it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,<br \/>\nAs e&#8217;er a living thing.<\/p>\n<p>It smiled in holy innocence,<br \/>\nBefore conquistadors of old,<br \/>\nSo meek and tame and unaware,<br \/>\nOf the deathly power of gold.<\/p>\n<p>It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,<br \/>\nAnd stormed the old Bastille,<br \/>\nAnd marched upon the serpent&#8217;s head,<br \/>\nAnd crushed it &#8216;neath its heel.<\/p>\n<p>It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,<br \/>\nAnd starved by moons of rain,<br \/>\nIts heart was buried at Wounded Knee,<br \/>\nBut it will come to rise again.<\/p>\n<p>It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,<br \/>\nAs it was knelt upon the ground,<br \/>\nAnd it died in great defiance,<br \/>\nAs they coldly shot it down.<\/p>\n<p>It is found in every light of hope,<br \/>\nIt knows no bounds nor space<br \/>\nIt has risen in red and black and white,<br \/>\nIt is there in every race.<\/p>\n<p>It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,<br \/>\nIt screams in tyrants&#8217; eyes,<br \/>\nIt has reached the peak of mountains high,<br \/>\nIt comes searing &#8216;cross the skies.<\/p>\n<p>It lights the dark of this prison cell,<br \/>\nIt thunders forth its might,<br \/>\nIt is &#8216;the undauntable thought&#8217;, my friend,<br \/>\nThe thought that says &#8216;I&#8217;m right!&#8217;<\/p>\n<div class=\"igit_tsb_button\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 10px;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share?url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.crookedbough.com%2F%3Fp%3D7366&amp;text=The+Rhyme+of+Time+-+Bobby+Sans&amp;count=horizontal&amp;via=\" style=\"\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Rhyme of Time Bobby Sans There&#8217;s an inner thing in every man, Do you know this thing my friend? It has withstood the blows of a million years, And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist, And it grew up out of life, It cut down evil&#8217;s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/?p=7366#more-'\" class=\"more-link\">more \u00bb<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":27,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[247],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7366"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/27"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7366"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7368,"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7366\/revisions\/7368"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}