Dark-Winged Martyr

The intended and Un-intended Consequnces of violent martydom.

Oh, Dark-Winged Martyr

Your fiery plumage stings my Soul

Makes me flinch

And Cry aloud

Did You not Know ?

Did You not Think it through ?

Your Righteous Indignation

And Need for Action against the Violence

Done to Your People

To YourSelf

Was Just

Is Just

But when you took up Violent Action and Re-Action

You BeCame the very Energies you Opposed

You Stood Up and Spoke Out against

Shouted Out against

We have Lost

The Importance and Beauty

Of Your Life’s Song

You are Gone

Swallowed whole

By Actions of Rage, Revenge and Regret

The World Needed Your Voice

Your Just Reasonings

Your Righteous Discourse

But You Chose the Path of Death

And more Death

Your Violence Silenced Your Voice

You and Your Enemy BeCame as One

You Transformed into a Puff of Smoke

And left naught but the Stench

Of Blood and Gore and Mutilation

And the Reverberations of

Continued Insanely Repetitive

And more deeply entrenched

Hatreds, Rages, Revenges and Regrets

You BeCame that Bomb, that Gun, that Machete, that Knife

That Violence You so Justly Opposed

You so Righteously wanted to Make Dis-appear

Oh, Dark-Winged Martyr

Did You not See ?

Did You not Know ?

Your Voice of Violent OutRage

Against Others

Against YourSelf

Is now just another Waning Echo

Just another Lost Vesper of Despair