One of Many
Stevie Smith
You're only one of many
And of small account if any
You think about yourself too much
This touched the child with the quick touch
And worked his mind to such a pitch
He threw his fellows in a ditch
This little child
Who was so mild
Is grown too wild
"Murder in the first degree," cried Old Fury
Recording the verdict of the jury
Now we come to the execution tree
The gallows stand wide. Ah me, ah me
"Christ died for sinners," explained the Prison Chaplain
From his miscellany
Weeping bitterly the little child cried, "I die one of many"
