By: Ten

A painting of you
Hangs above
our dusty old cabinet
We know your name
of course
Like the songs written
for the cause

And photos of you
Rest in print
In papers and leaflets
We know your story
of heroism
Like the tale of the moth
And flame

And your life
Engrave
In a gravestone, yet
We will never know
of the struggle
Of begging your life
In front of armed men.

We wish to know
Justice
For the bullets
That have stained
Your precious notebooks
And the blood that inked them
Yet, your murderers left unchained.

We shall shout for justice
And write about you
For you shall live on,
In our papers
As your painting
Hangs above
our dusty old cabinet