I bring to bear no secret realm to share
by Leonard Dabydeen
But human atrocities I most fear;
Of war zones where death is enemy cry
As bombs rain from tomahawks in the sky.
Man's grief to man is penchant human foil
And his loss greater than sum of his toil;
In his shadows are invisible tears,
Can he recluse himself in later years?
No sarcophagus will score memory
Where layered bones are bundled to bury;
Dust to dust in man's cape he must tally
And hope for a future to be happy.
Inequality is our enemy;
Satyagraha is our posterity.