The neighborhood bully

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He’s wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He’s always on trial for just being born.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

- Bob Dylan, 1983

Har 26 år verkligen passerat?

Jag gillar inte att politisera Dylan. Jag vägrar stämpla honom som det ena eller det andra (sjukt skicklig lyriker givetvis undantaget). Texten är ändock tänkvärd.