His Last Breath

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