You were the stranger who came to see
The indifference of their words to our sentences:
You said:Forgiveness is a forgotten word–
But apt words appeared as in a crossword
And though you were masked,your eyes smiled
Like a prisoner’s that had captured a flight of birds–
Observe,you said,the folded palms of those who seek
And the raised arm of those who hate.Observe,you said,
The impatience of the drooling mob–
Reflections don’t always make us wise
Refraction does
And the silent stare that does not flinch–
You said that to find your voice you have to listen:
Some feel the need to kneel in prayer or protest
And some kneel to kill.
Truly a work for our times.
Thank you,dear Louis.
Some feel the need to kneel in prayer or protest
And some kneel to kill.
So very true dear poet!
Thank you,dear Pushmaotee.