To Quell The Racism…
Into the light of doubt
Is caste the raising of the sword,
Such that, the darkness of salutes
Is an angle of structure no more.
Its residence then, is not forever.
Each chip it makes, each take,
Though sometimes mortally wounding
May cease its cause through Truth.
We in turn, create the oracle of humanity;
The living dream outside of myth and speculation.
And when the fruit trees bloom
In multitudes across the planet,
We know that the struggle was not in vain;
And that all peoples can smile at their sun
And not risk persecution,
By those who smile at the sand.
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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1992