The crystal thread of tears
stalked him aimlessly
through the black mystery
of Freedom's throat;
sent him nowhere malnourished,
nowhere chained
to racism's feet.
For his strength, his wisdom,
his patience and his smile,
were like piranha to the evil,
to the biased,
to the weak.
We can say farewell to him,
no more than we can say farewell to the sun.
He's left a light burning bright
like summer's fun.