A US publisher couldn't put out this little volume. It took a workshop of Indian writer's. For the man who still walks through walls.
A
silence now stands
Where
hope once spoke.
The
voice in the wilderness
Of
inhumanity crying
Against
the indifference
Of
the righteous
Is
heard no more.
Silenced?
So
then is justice,
So
then is hope.
So
then is faith.
Decency
Dignity
And
a dream
Where
one dies thousands rise
For
Martyrs are made to
Multiply.
The
stars catch the sound
The
wind carries the word
The
earth contains the eternal law
Struggling
to be born in
Man.
In
the silence
Where
he once stood
The
children grow
The
poor gather
And
those now mourning know
They
shall be comforted
-
Comforted – and fulfilled.
N.
Ellsworth Bunce in Drum Major for a Dream.
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