What shall I do with your photo?
Shall I keep it by my bed?
I can no longer hold you
but your words echo in my head.
We all have read your books
and we know your history of life
there is no more adieu
only farewell and end of strife
that led you to protest your fame
for being in the right
against the horrors of might
What do you see
when you see an image of me
Do you see a thief, an echo
of words said down a pipe of time
from when first used as a saying
to stop the war on want
for equal rights to learn about
the way in which we starve
in colours all too soon
I copy you write my book
a prisoner of the world’s own time
when no one knows how to feel like the words
are of use to the one known as God
for He does not tell which is
important until we find out
we have a photo of you
and a reason to doubt
our insane reality of life on this plane.
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