Tuesday, January 26, 2010
One more small death will hardly move our hearts
beyond their customary heartlessness:
inured to claims of second hand distress
they soon return to a steadier beat.
Far away, the chaos and screams of death
and misery must become attuned to
our habits of compassionate response.
The Earth moved, but you did not die, Fabienne,
There was work to be done and family
relying on your daily heroism.
You did not falter or fail when they came
to protect the rights of private property,
and the unseen masters whose laws they serve.
Your last thoughts were for your small possessions,
and their importance to your family,
when the bullets spread your blood upon the street.
In your name, then, let those who caused your death
suffer the most awful torments of Hell.