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Previously on Fellow Travelers.

Tim’s organizing his life.

Wants you to have this.

He doesn’t want
to hear from you.

- Would you like me to kiss you?
- No, Mr. Fuller.

I just want to know you.

I don’t like being
questioned like a witness

at one of McCarthy
and Cohn’s show trials.

Are you at this time
a member of the Communist Party?

Look at Cohn
fussing over that boy.

Turns a man’s stomach.

It certainly does.

Even for the gravest of sins,

God will forgive you
and make you pure.

But that’s the problem.

When I committed this sin,
I felt pure.

Lucy, you’re everything to me.

If I was everything,

you wouldn’t be going
where you’re going.

It’s Hawk.

I’m in San Francisco.

I’ll stay here
and wait for your call.

Thank you for coming.

- You’re...
- Maggie.

- Maggie. Yeah.
- Tim’s sister.

When you called earlier,
I was surprised.

- That it was me?
- Yeah.

I don’t see it.

Although he swears
no one else even came close.

Is he up for a visit?

You stole that from him.

His ever being able
to have a real partner.

He told Marcus
he didn’t want to see you.

This isn’t between
me and Marcus.

Well, I don’t want you
anywhere near my brother.

No offense,

it’s not between
me and you either.

Hey, darlin’.

I’d think you’d be relieved...

to not have to see him.

Why would I fly 3,000 miles
if I didn’t want to see him?

I don’t know.

So that you can say
that you tried?

Thank you.

Well, another year older

and none the wiser, I’m afraid.

It is true.

I am delighted
all of you could come tonight.

It...

It means the world

and I have
to thank my wife, Helen,

for putting this together,

like she puts
everything together.

My daughter, Lucy, son Leonard,

and Hawk.

So, thank you.

- And now enjoy yourself here.
- Hear, hear!

Many happy returns, Senator.

Thanks, Hawk. For everything.

Of course.

Enjoy your night.

I’m surprised
you didn’t make a toast.

Have you become shy?

Well, the men in Europe
are much bolder.

So I hear.

You’ve heard correctly.

Having fun? Me too.

Let me help you with that.

Here you go.

- Cheers.
- He’s gotten worse.

I’ll take care of it.

Come on. Come on, you two.
Get closer.

Now, smile.

Thank you.

Save that for later.

Cubans for the big boys
out back.

Your father’s
asked you to join him,

and I’m telling you to do
what your father asks for once.

My father.

Smoke his cigars. Kiss his ass.

I guess you figure

you’ll be living off
his money someday,

maybe even living in this house?

It’s all yours.

Had I known there’d be pictures
I would have worn my best tie.

You shouldn’t be surprised.

Not a camera in the world

that your boss wouldn’t
put himself in front of.

I’m going to need a stiff drink.

You ready?

Senator McCarthy, Miss Kerr.

This is my friend, Mary Johnson.

How do you do?

You can pick ’em, Tim!

Lovely!

Joe’s guy, right?

- At the office?
- Yes, sir, Mr. Cohn.

This your date?

Mary Johnson.
She works at State.

Muddy. I want you
to meet some people.

Excuse us.

Takes a confident man to bring
his own mother as his date.

Thanks for being mine.

It’s my pleasure.

Yeah!

How was your night?

Mary’s a good sport.

Even smiled when she shook
the Senator’s hand.

I think she might be
growing fond of me.

She doesn’t
want to fuck you, Skippy.

If that’s
what you’re worried about.

She likes women.

Membership’s free
but dues’ll kill ya.

Why didn’t you tell me?

We’re friends.

Loose lips sink ships.

Keep seeing each other.

You both need cover.

What about you?

I have a Bronze Star.

In case you hadn’t noticed,
I’m bulletproof.

Do you like it this way?

Your life like this?

I’ll keep plugging away
for another five years or so.

Just until
I get posted overseas.

Fewer eyes on you over there.

When they call me back,
I’ll quit.

Buy a villa.

Someplace on the water
with a nice view.

Where I can eat what I want

and fuck who I want
without anyone giving a damn.

That’s top secret, by the way.

I’ll take it to my grave.

Christ. Skippy.

Skippy, wake up.

Hey. Hey. We fell asleep.

You need to get going.

God damn it!

Hey, hey. Take a breath.

When am I gonna see you again?

I’m gonna look outside
and make sure it’s clear.

Take the stairs.

Shit.

Christ.

- Morning. Yeah.
- Morning.

New paperboy.

Now, the impending executions
of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg

are seen by our European allies

as an erosion
of our moral authority.

And they’ve prompted protests
in over 48 countries.

We’ve instructed our
diplomatic corps

to stress the damage
caused by the Rosenbergs

in passing atomic secrets
to the Soviets,

and the danger it represents
in pushing our two countries

closer to a catastrophic
nuclear war.

Thank you, Fuller.

Mr. McLeod from Security.

Yes, our country is under threat
from Soviet spies

and those who support them.

But there’s another risk
to national security.

The sheer volume
of deviants in our midst.

The M Unit has dismissed
or forced the resignation

of twice as many federal
employees for homosexuality

as our counterparts have
for communist leanings.

Quite simply, we are overrun.

Now, as you may know,

- we’ve begun issuing summons...
- Thank you.

To those reported or suspected.

The State Department
has been one of the most

trusted institutions
in the post war world.

With your help,
we’ll get it back there.

Well said.

That went well.

I think it’s safe
to say democracy

will live to see another day.

I was being sarcastic.

I don’t know why you’re not
more concerned about this.

And I am not talking about
the future of democracy.

When’s your next date with Tim?

Hello, darling.

I was wondering,
since you’re in town,

if I could buy you lunch.

All right. You take care.

Okay.

A real looker
and takes shorthand?

Girl like that’d fit in
real nice around here.

Yeah, maybe your paper’ll
pony up for it, not mine.

Now, how about
the Courier, Marcus?

Don’t you think
your people in Pittsburgh

are willing to kick in so we can
get some secretarial help?

"The old and rich
will live on a while,

as always,
eating blood and gold."

Best writer of the 20th century.

- Who?
- Langston.

1938.

You don’t know
Langston Hughes is?

I know who Langston Hughes is.

Yeah, you should
read some of this.

Now y’all remember,

we can barely afford rent
just the four of us now.

Eugene’s right.

And you’re behind two months.

Guess if I had a plum gig
in the Senate, I wouldn’t care.

Steadway.

That Schine fella’s up there,
isn’t he?

Yeah.

And he sure as hell
ain’t no politician.

Ain’t no lawyer either.

No, but he’s rich and white...

And cozy with that
"National Guard" motherfucker

Roy Cohn.

All fired up about fighting Reds

while they send
our Black boys off to Korea?

Langston Hughes
is on the front lines today

facing Cohn and McCarthy.

Except they might find
something on that one, though.

Because I hear
he’s not just a little pinko.

He a little pinky.

See, that right there,

that is the last thing
colored folks need.

One of our own doing us dirty.

Makes us all look bad.

Ask me,

the last thing
we need is Black men

spitting on our greatest poet.

That man
needs to get more pussy.

Right?

"the 12 Communists
are sent to jail,

In a little while,

they will send Negroes
to jail for being Negroes,

and to concentration camps
for being colored."

Were you joking when you wrote
those things, Mr. Hughes?

Why did you write those?

From my very
earliest childhood memories,

I’ve encountered very serious
and very hurtful problems.

One of my earliest
childhood memories...

I do not want to interrupt you.

Look at Bobby Kennedy.

- Christ, he hates Cohn.
- What we are trying

to determine,
for our purpose, is this.

Was the solution
to which you turned

Soviet-style communism?

I’d be happy to explain
communism to you, sir,

having written
extensively on the subject.

With all due respect,
Mr. Chairman,

the...

eight pages Mr. Schine
is so proudly the author of

hardly constitute an extensive
treatise on any subject.

I’ll ask
the Senator from Pennsylvania

to allow the chief consultant
to speak without interruption.

Thank you, Mister Chairman.

Mr. Hughes,
at any time in your life

did you desire to make
the United States of America

Soviet?

So what is your next move
with Hughes providing no names?

He may not,
but true patriots will.

The communists are waging war
on our way of life,

and we will keep fighting them
with all that we’ve got.

If you’re such
an avid anticommunist,

why aren’t you
in Korea shooting them?

How about a question
from a real reporter?

- New York Times.
- Mr. Cohn?

I’m getting tired
of visiting your precious city.

All anyone talks of is politics.

Is it a two-gimlet lunch
we’re having?

Same.

And I’m tired of my siblings.
Always the same complaints.

Aren’t you grateful
I didn’t burden you with any?

Eternally.

Speaking of,
how is Uncle Howard?

Insolvent.

The IRS
finally caught up with him.

If you were counting
on that windfall,

you’re out of luck.

Is that why
you asked me to lunch?

A man has a right to see
his own mother, doesn’t he?

Sounds like you’re looking
for a quick getaway.

Don’t tell me you’ve gotten
some poor girl in trouble.

Didn’t think so.

You do have another resource
available to you...

Nope.

Your father is dying, Hawk.

I think it’s real this time.

And he’s had a change of heart.

Doesn’t seem likely
in the absence of one.

He’s open
to putting you back in the will.

You’d get your rightful share.
I want that for you.

He’s open...

on what condition?

Promise of an heir

to carry on the family name,
that sort of thing.

More than anything,
he’d like an apology

For what?

Hawkins.

The State Department
doesn’t pay you nearly enough

to take that principled a stand.

It’s a significant inheritance.

And it’s yours
for a simple apology,

even one that’s insincere.

Tasty.

Your egg salad.

I’m putting all my husband
trapping skills to good use.

My parents would be so proud.

Does it bother you
that they wouldn’t be?

Proud of who you really are.

I try not to think about it.

Living 1,000 miles away helps.

Given your,
fondness for McCarthy,

I assume
that yours are quite devout.

Are you?

For most of my life, I thought
I was going to be a priest.

That went out the window with...

Well, you know.

I think Hawk’s angry with me.

I made a mistake, and I...

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Nice day, isn’t it?
- Lovely.

I should have been more careful.

It’s all this pretending, I...

You think I’d be good at it,

I’ve been doing it
my whole life.

Well,

hiding a part of yourself

and killing it
are two different things.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Maybe it is better to kill it
and be finished with it.

It’s better than...

constantly yearning
for something you can’t have.

Will you come
to my house tonight?

I’m having some friends over.

I’m hoping, you know...

He’ll call.

I’m gonna write down
our address.

We’re all full up.

I’m with the Pittsburgh Courier.

I’ve been here
for every session.

There’s nowhere for you to sit.

Mr. Cohn’s orders.

There are times you need to keep
your mouth shut, my friend.

The committee
will come to order.

Will you rise
and be sworn, please.

The execution date

for Julius
and Ethel Rosenberg looms,

picketers marched outside
the White House

in the hopes of convincing
President Eisenhower...

to grant leniency

to the convicted spies.

Although many Americans
believe the prosecution...

Hello.

Hello, Mother.

others
questioned the morality

of sending a mother of two
to the electric chair.

I guess I’m in the right place.

Come on in.

They’re all in here.

Everybody, this is Tim.

Tim, this is Caroline,
Gloria, Luis.

And everybody.

Hi, Tim.

We came together but,
no, we’re not a couple.

Stop!

I’ve heard a lot about you

and I’ll bet you’ve
heard nothing about me.

Behave.

Can I take your coat and hat?

Thank you.

- Thanks.
- Do you want a drink?

Yeah, sure.

So...

you live together.

Why shouldn’t we?

The neighbors just think that
we’re roommates on a budget.

Though I’d rather you didn’t
mention it to Hawkins.

Because he wouldn’t approve.

’Cause we’re all allowed
our secrets.

You folks want
to play some Charades?

Why not?

Okay. Come with me!

That was a fun evening.

It sure was.

Girls are great hostesses.

Mary says you’re Catholic?

I am, or was.

I’m not sure where I’d land now.

Lapsed, I guess?

Do you...
Do you miss it?

I miss God.

You?

I have God.

- I... I thought you...
- I am.

- Then how do you manage...
- I’m celibate.

I made that choice a while back.

You have to decide
what matters most to you.

You’re an excellent
Charades player, by the way.

This is where I turn off.

Good night.

You’re prettier when you smile.

Fuck you.

Guess we could go another round,

we’d have the same old argument.

I don’t bottom.

Lost the sub-committee beat.

Took a shot at Schine and Cohn.

- That was stupid.
- Yeah.

Just couldn’t take them going
at Langston like they did.

All these goddamn white men.

Should I be
taking this personally?

Maybe.

There’s no escaping you people.

Not even in here.

Now you’re mad
the place is integrated?

Can’t call it that if the door
only opens one way.

At least Cohn only
likes ’em big, dumb, and white.

So is Schine...

I don’t think so,

but I’m sure the little
cocksucker’s working on it.

What do you know about him?

A silver spoon
who wants to be a hero,

which is hard to do
when you’re 4-F.

- Looks fit to me.
- Yeah.

Might look into that.

He’s out of New York, right?

Yeah, another Glen Mhor
on the rocks. Thanks.

What about you?

You need something, baby?

Sure, I’ll have a refill.

Variety is the spice of life.

You know, Tim is a good guy.

- I know.
- That why you’re here?

With Tim...

it’s not easy.

This is.

Know what the difference is
between you and me,

aside from the obvious?

Sometime, somewhere,

I’d like more than this.

Hawkins, I’m so glad you came.

Come say hello to the family.

Here he is!

- Hello, everyone.
- Hello.

Hello, Hawk.

I’m afraid your father’s asleep.

You don’t have a bag.

Yeah. I won’t be staying long.

Have to be honest,
we didn’t think you’d come.

It’s been quite a while.

Yes, well, I’ve been busy.

So how are things in Washington?

Must be exciting there,
all the political intrigue.

It’s work.

What do you do for play then?

Is Senator Smith’s daughter
still in the picture?

Frances reads the society pages.

You know, it was a long drive.

I wouldn’t mind resting my head
for a bit, if that’s all right.

Harriet tidied your old room.

I’ll see you all shortly.

Please enjoy your tea.

Neither snow nor rain
nor heat or gloom of night.

I thought
you were off the Senate beat.

News does travel fast.

I am.
I have other business here.

Have you been in touch
with Hawk?

I’ll answer your question
if you answer one of mine.

You see David Schine
in the flesh on a regular basis.

- So?
- Does he limp,

show any injury
that look like a 4-F to you?

He works for my employer,

whom I happen to admire.

Saw Hawk the other night.

David doesn’t limp.

There’s no injury
that I’ve ever noticed.

Plays squash three times a week.

Last time I saw Hawk,

he was at the Cozy Corner,
looking for trouble.

Which is what you’ll get
if you don’t let him go.

Senate Affairs.

One moment please.

Mary,

it’s for you.
It’s a young lady.

She says it’s important.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes, that’s fine.

Yes. Bye-bye.

Is everything all right?

Fine.

I’m going to run these down
to the mailroom,

so they go out today.

Who reported you?

I don’t know.
I don’t know.

It might have been, um...

I didn’t want to tell you
because I knew you’d get mad.

This fellow in my office,
he kept asking me out,

and I kept saying no.

And...

And some men,
they don’t like hearing that.

- Hawkins?
- Yeah. Just a moment.

Your father’s awake.

I knew it would bring you back,

me dying.

Actually, I’ve been wanting
to come home for some time.

If that’s true at all, it’s only
because of your mother.

That was my mistake.

Letting her make you
a mama’s boy.

Are you in much pain?

You were good at a lot, son,

but you were never good
at concealing yourself.

Has it changed?

Have you?

I’d say so.

Then you’ll be getting married
and having children.

That would be the expectation.

And all that remains
is your apology.

And I’m to apologize
for what, precisely?

I’d just... I’d like
to get this right.

For having no shame.

For making me endure rumors
about my homosexual son.

For me walking in
and having to see you

on your knees to that boy Kenny.

I’m sorry

that you’re dying.

That not a single fucking soul
gives a shit.

And that you didn’t knock first.

You’re not getting my money.

You hear me?

Not a goddamned dime!

I assume this means
you’re not staying for dinner.

I’m sorry, Mother.

An apology.

You see how easy that was?

I should have convinced you
to leave him.

You couldn’t have.

I was a grown woman.
I knew what I was doing.

This is what I wanted.

The marriage was the way
for me to have it.

May I have one of those?

I dare not smoke
in front of your father,

what with his condition.

So that’s why you stayed?

That and the same reason
that you never do.

It’s easier.

There is someone now.

I’m glad.

What are you...

Your lock’s still
broken downstairs.

Where have you been?

Doesn’t matter.

I’m home now.

Looks like Wesley Smith

has found his nerve.

I didn’t know he had it in him.

How much are we supposed to take

from that sanctimonious
son of a bitch?

Calm down, Roy.

Smith attacked me
for prosecuting traitors.

That makes him a traitor.

And he mocks David
in the hearing.

David gives our enemies
plenty of ammunition.

He’s donating his time
to the committee

and a hell of a lot of money.

Take it easy, both of you.
We can handle Smith.

Even the most righteous among us
has something to hide.

David is loyal to you, sir,

and to the cause.

He doesn’t deserve to be
attacked by your enemies.

Smith’s got
a skeleton in his closet.

We just have to find it.

So you sleep on the sofa, then?

Yes, sir. Since Mary
has the bedroom,

I pay less for rent.

It’s a full mattress,

sagging on both sides.

My mother and father gave me
their old bed when I moved here.

The blue sleepwear
appears mannish.

- Whose is it?
- Mine.

There’s not much
in the way of cosmetics.

One thing
I’ve noticed is that there are

very few items
of a personal nature here.

No photographs, no scrapbooks.

We don’t have time
for that sort of thing.

We’re both dedicated
to our work.

We’re done for now.
Thank you for your cooperation.

Call us if there’s anything else
we need to know.

Your review’s being scheduled.

And so you’re aware,
Miss Stuart,

we may have questions
for your family

and your co-workers, too.

- We’ll be in touch.
- Of course.

Thank you.

No, no, no, no.
They’re right out there.

The door’s locked.

- Skippy.
- I had to come.

Just... Get in here.

What the hell is going on?

- Mary has a girlfriend.
- So?

Caroline, she works
at the State Department.

They live together.

They really
love each other, Hawk.

- You should see the way...
- Get to the point.

She’s being investigated.

Some fella she works with
reported her out of malice.

It doesn’t matter
how she got their attention.

- She did.
- And now?

She’s screwed.

They’re both screwed.

You sound angry at them.

What they did was dangerous.
You understand that?

For God’s sake,
living with someone.

I thought Mary had
more sense than that.

How do you know
they live together?

They asked me over
when you were avoiding me.

I met their friends.

Can you help them?

Ask your boss?
Or Senator Smith?

Here! Sit down!

All right.
Write this down,

word for word.

"Dear Mary."

Just write.
You have to.

"I fell for you the first moment
I laid eyes on you.

Right away,
I was taken by your beauty,

but I was won over by your mind.

To touch you,

to feel your body against mine
brought me more happiness

than you could ever know.

I know you love me.

And my feelings
for you are deep.

But I’ve always known

we have
no real future together."

- I can’t do this.
- You broke the rule, Skippy.

You went there. You palled
around with a bunch of queers.

You’re practically on record.
Do you realize that?

And I’m just now
hearing about it!

You keep writing!

"Your not being Catholic

is a problem for me
and for my family.

I don’t mean to hurt you.

But I think it’s better
for both of us to part ways.

With affection, Tim."

You slip that under Mary’s door

and refuse contact
with either one.

- They are my friends.
- They are liabilities.

If it’s any consolation,
it throws the heat off you both.

Mary can use the letter
to clear herself,

pin it all on Caroline.

She loves her.
She would never do that.

Watch her.

I don’t understand you.

I don’t understand us!

Come on.
You don’t have to go.

- As long as we’re careful...
- You mean you want me to, what,

stay for an hour for sex?

Senator Smith is on
McCarthy’s Enemy List.

They’re going to try
and find something on him.

And that is the last dirty thing
I’m ever going to do for you.

Hello. You’ve reached

the Fuller house.
Please leave us a message.

Lucy, sweetheart,
I’m sorry I missed you.

Listen, I’m on standby

for a flight that leaves
tomorrow morning.

Gets me to Dulles
in the afternoon.

I love you.

Hey, Dad.
Lookin’ good.

When was the last time
you made a really big mistake?

Whatever happened
to "come here often?"

What?

Never mind.

I’m on a date,
but I could be free later.

I’m curious about something.

With everything that’s going on,

aren’t you even
a little concerned?

I take care of myself.

I work out.

I’m young, dumb,
and full of cum.

You’re bulletproof.

Yeah, I like that.

You know what it’s taken me
a long time to realize?

Not everybody else is.

Take care of yourself.

You coming in?

Yeah. Thanks.

Door’s open, Maggie.

Did you forget your keys?

Hey.

Well, we both know
my eyesight is terrible.

And maybe
the dementia is setting in,

but I think

Hawkins Fuller
is standing in my apartment.

Hi, Skippy.

Don’t be afraid.

It’s not airborne.

That’s not what I’m afraid of.

Yeah, it’s you.

Is he staying for dinner?

If he wants to.

I was
very much in love with Tim,

but he broke up with me.

And I’m only
showing you this because...

Well, I think

Caroline may have been
part of the reason why.

How so?

Tim kept trying to warn me.

When we were intimate,
he said he thought

there was something off
about her.

We even fought about it
a few times,

but I didn’t listen.

And then after your visit,

I confronted her about it and...

She admitted it was true.

But you had no idea prior?

None.

Of course, I asked her
to move out right away.

She went back to her
parents’ home in Ohio.

Thank you, Miss Johnson.

This has been very helpful.

Name doesn’t ring a bell

but his address makes him
a Mundt constituent...

Mr. Kennedy?
Mr. Kennedy.

Marcus Gaines,
Pittsburgh Courier.

Might I speak with you
off the record?

Yes, sir.

- What’s all this about?
- McCarthy’s sub-committee.

You should’ve been
Chief Counsel, not Cohn.

- Everyone knows that.
- What’s your point?

I imagine it must be difficult
to stand by and watch

as Cohn allows his friend,
David Schine,

to pontificate
about fighting communists,

while Schine himself
is actively avoiding the draft.

- Go on.
- Mr. Schine,

who resides in New York,

somehow managed a 4-F
classification in California,

where his family owns
the Ambassador Hotel

and has a few local politicians
in their back pocket.

I’ve done the research.
It’s all in here.

Why are you giving this to me?

Because my paper doesn’t have
the power to tackle this.

And you do.

In order to spare
himself the same fate,

self-confessed agent of
espionage, David Greenglass,

testified against
his own sister,

which all but ensured
the guilty verdict

that sent Julius and Ethel
to the electric chair today.

- It’s over, is it?
- Well, this part is.

You can turn it off.

Their sons Michael
and Robert, now orphaned,

and rejected by their...

I’ll go see to Lucy.

She’s taking this pretty hard.

You’re on McCarthy’s
Enemies List, sir.

They’re looking
for something on you.

Well, let ’em look.

I got nothing to hide.

We all have something to hide.

They can’t hurt you,

they’ll go after someone
close to you.

If they can’t find something,
they’ll invent it.

So what are you suggesting?

McCarthy is not invincible.

He’s got three weak spots,

booze, Cohn’s ego,

and the utter uselessness
of David Schine.

That combo
could be their downfall.

I just need to find some ammo
to speed it along.

I wish you didn’t have
to get your hands dirty

so that mine can stay clean.

It’s the least I can do.

You know, I...
I remember

the summer that Leonard
first brought you by.

You wanted to practice
on a tennis court.

You were, 15, 16.

I hope I haven’t
worn out my welcome.

Not at all.

Not at all.

But someone asked me
the other day

why one of the most
eligible bachelors in town

hasn’t married yet.

And I...

Well, I couldn’t think
of an answer.

You all right?

I’m thinking how horrible
it must have been for Ethel,

knowing she was leaving
her boys behind alone.

Makes me think twice
about bringing children

into a world like this.

You’ll make a wonderful mother.

I don’t know about that.

You’ll teach them
to have principles.

Stand up for them.

You always found
my principles annoying.

- No.
- Silly even.

Come on, everybody knows
I’m too smart for my own good.

Nice story.

You read my paper?

Drag queens can read.

It’s a beautiful article.

What’s your favorite
Langston Hughes story?

Poem.

"This is for the kids who die.

Black and white.
For kids will die certainly.

The old and rich will live on
awhile, as always,

eating blood and gold,
letting kids die."

You’re a very interesting man.

Interesting is a liability
these days.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I have been interesting
since the age of four,

when I put on
my sister’s pink silk slip.

That didn’t go down well
in Tennessee.

Do you know
any more of that poem?

The whole thing by heart.

"Listen, kids, who die,

maybe, now, there will be
no monument for you

except in our hearts.

Maybe your bodies
will be lost in a swamp,

or a prison grave,

or the potter’s field.

But the day will come.

You are sure yourself
that it is coming.

When the marching feet
of the masses

will raise for you
a living monument

of love and joy and laughter.

And black hands and white hands
clasped as one.

A song that reaches the sky.

The song of the new life,
triumphant.

Through the kids who die."

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been four months
since my last confession.

And what do you wish to confess?

I’ve had carnal relations

with a man.

Are you
truly sorry for this sin?

Yes.

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