A darkness fills the air.
Black wings are massed
against the innocent.
But people of world,
do not forget what
we see here today.
The poets, the shopkeepers,
the boxers, the comedians
the teachers of the children…..
Defending the people’s life,
the people’s names,
the people’s art…..
And the voice of our humanity,
now cries their names.
We will remember them,
and live.
A Wandering Poet 