The Martyr of Black Friday (Song)

A new song I've written, honoring the memory of Jdmytai Damour, the man trampled to death at a New York Walmart in 2008 on Black Friday.

I am haunted by his story, and by all we continue to *not* learn from it. And somehow, I am haunted by the fact that I feel called to keep his memory alive, so that maybe we still can (learn, that is...)


Two thousand strong, out in the cold
Turkey on their breath
Thankful, but still wanting more
A night for life and death.

The big man working for the store
From a small Haitian town
Nobody saw him on the floor
After he went down.

Jdmytai, Jdmytai
I think of you, I still cry
They sold their souls so they could buy
And no one stopped to wonder why,
Jdmytai.

Two thousand years since Mary sang
Her revolution song.
"The poor are lifted from their pain."
"The rich are all but gone."

But here and now the poor still find
They're often out of luck.
They push it in those long, long lines
Just to save a buck.

Jdmytai, Jdmytai
I think of you, I still cry
They sell their souls so they can buy
And no one stops to ask wonder why,
Jdmytai.

The Martyr of Black Friday
Sacrificed for all our sins
For Flatscreens and for Blue Rays
And toys stacked up in bins

And all to mark the birthday
When there was no room or inn
When they laid him in the soft hay
And shepherds had no gifts to give.

Jdmytai, Jdmytai
I think of you, I still cry
We sell our souls so we can buy
And no one stops to wonder why,
Jdmytai.
Jdmytai.
Jdmytai.

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• Christmas Song
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