His Last Praise

Written by: Nadine Fababier

To the tranquil heavens he raised
his last words, the soldiers he praised
for their bravery in killing little innocent children
and their strength in abusing the weak brethren

To the vast blue skies he raised
his last poetic voice, the dictators he praised
for their hearts of stone that killed many living flesh
and their eyes that rejected the hungry while they eat fresh

To the smooth sailing clouds he raised
his last voice, the heroes he praised
for their courage to risk their spirit to save
their race and their lives are the gifts they gave

To the warm embrace of the wind he raised
his last gratified song, the mothers he praised
for their small voice in begging compassion
their ardent love for their family is raging with passion

To the spirit from the gas chamber he raised
his last breath, the future survivors he praised
for their silence and tough faith
he wished for their triumph over uncertain fate

To the darkness of his sight he raised
his last prayer, his God he praised
for giving devils that let him hold a candle to light
and for teaching him to make worth of his life