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
Copyright © Nadine Fababier | Year Posted 2013
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