Monday, January 21, 2019

IN MEMORY OF A MARTYR


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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