So this is where it'll end. This is where the sky will fall. After all the gods died here, So why shouldn't we all? We've fought for so long, It's time to get some rest. We've done all we can, We've done our best. But when it's not enough A sacrifice must be made To alter the cruel path That the devil has laid. Not honour, nor money Will redeem our reward. Only a life will do Where no shield can ward. So this is where it'll end. This is where we will be doomed. This is the final battle. For a new world under a new moon.
Intrepid gadfly; the voice of dissent. Multiple times stricken, multiple times resolved. Though he bleeds, still the pen that chides never bleeds, nor is it obliterated. For three decades and four, death he evaded, still, multiple times stricken, evasive he remains.
A poem dedicated to the intrepid author, Salman Rushdie.
Everyone would call her a hero Carrying yet another soon to be orphaned child to safety Leading group after group destined for destruction Down the railway track of hope Fighting not only the threat of death But nature’s cold frigid grasp Her own safety in the balance every time She returned over and over again Man, woman or child equally saved The risks were great the reward greater In a time and age of war With no regards to race, color or creed Cruelty unbound She plodded on Exhaustion filling the mind with thoughts of giving up Yet her drive and spirit refused to cave in Each trip meant more would live How could she stop now One day when all was said and done Would they remember her or her deeds It didn’t matter because this was about them She knew the way And would light the path To a life which would grow and flourish Her reward the look of relief on their faces When they realized they had made it to the end of the line Freedom was waiting
Is death disordered Is life intermediate Can I talk to peace Tell it what I mean Instead of it telling me What it all really means Will I die being a villain Or live as the hero Hanging from a ceiling Can I talk to you One last time So I can know What it all really means This could be forever Don’t let me die Off of a cliffhanger
“I don’t want to be a hero.” said a short Jewish comedian who never commanded a regiment or entertained heads of state. But when you said that victory is lives saved, we knew that you are one. When you said “we will win” we knew. Our countries have handshaking, photo posing, equivocating, suit-wearing, empty words repeating, backslapping, deal-making cowards who never faced down an enemy who rapes mothers in front of their children and tosses corpses into streets and leaves dead young men on the battlefield so that their mothers will never know the truth. Perseus didn’t negotiate with Medusa. Nor David with Goliath. Nor Churchill with ******. An Enemy must be defeated. We need more heroes.