Minnesota Flame.
I have no words
For the death of democracy.
I have no words
For fear on the streets.
I have no words
For the death of two democrats
I have no bandage
For the darkness they met.
I only have sadness
For the loss of their lives.
For their wives and their friends
And this unending cost.
I have no words for the bullets
And beatings
For these people shot down
And the breath they have lost.
I have no words
For these demons in power.
But watch for the hour
When our truth is a spear.
Listen, oh listen
To the gathering voices
To sweep away darkness
To cast away fear.
Justice, oh justice . . .
How calm comes the calling.
Like rolling stones falling
From down off the hills.
The will of the people
From off every corner.
The people are coming
A bloodless cry spills.
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A northern Irish artist
A Poem From Ireland by Randall Stephen Hall About the Goings On in Minneapolis
