The sounds of boots on cobblestones,
echoes from a distant land and time.
It can’t happen here,
we rest assured.
Echoes from a distant land and time –
we know better.
We rest, assured
because we have seen it happen.
We know better!
We’re immune to the creeping hate
because we have seen it happen!
We were so wrong when we said,
“We’re immune to the creeping hate.”
The sounds of boots on cobblestones…
We were so wrong when we said,
“It can’t happen here.”
