• He spoke to me of great things
    Unlawful, seeming such a man
    Should speak ever of greatness.

    He told me of bridges broken,
    Impassible the empty chasm's rift
    Of dead bones, into paths, now filled.

    He spoke to me the hidden truths
    Which history found of no import
    To preserve from 'savage' cultures.

    He spoke to me of revolutions,
    Though slow in their execution
    To topple slanted barriers down.

    He spoke to me of responsibility
    To tell the story: man, woman, child -
    Of justice denied as rightfully approved.