Might, n'ary a word of protest anywhere
Against naked aggression, cluster bombs
Depleted uranium, and epics filled with lies
And the uncontrolled arrogance of barbaric greed
You, almost alone, brought a breath
Of fresh air; I for one felt I could breathe again.
The good die young, oft we hear
And history bears testimony. You mocked
And defied the tyrants- the chameleons that wear
Ever-changing cloaks of piety; the kind that now declare
Nelson a Hero, after having done everything
To put him in jail, and aid the machine of apartheid;
Defeated at last, spewing words of piety to steal the limelight.
Thus, indeed, death took you much too soon.
But life extracted from you the last full measure
Of assurance and solidarity to the hungry, the naked