The unsung heroes
“What happens when well-known men die?”
Well dear we build a monument.
“What else?” Well we all cry and cry.
We weep a lot and we lament.
“What happens when unknown men die?”
Well dear we dig a shallow grave,
Rain opens them up to the sky,
Memory is an empty cave.
“But what if they were also great?”
My dear, fame we do not forsake.
“Take me to where their ashes lay
And there all I will see is earth.
Take me to where their souls now play
Then I will be the judge of worth.”
Tatiana LEBRETON
No comments:
Post a Comment