Death by Crowding

> A few people rushed and it was only a few

"It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you"

A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down

But the thugs held the door and he could not get out

> And then others followed, a hundred or more

But most everybody remained on the floor

The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke

While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door

> Such a terrible sight I never did see

We carried our children back up to their tree

The scabs outside still laughed at their spree

And the children that died there were seventy-three