THE DEATH OF BHUTTO (BENAZIR)
She died holding their dream in the palm of her hand.
The white silk scarf that had adorned her lovely face
now soaked in royal blood lies
with the other relics
that, soon will only be seen in glass cases
viewed by spectators who will stand and mourn –
mourn and cry
cry and die
die and live
the Lily in perpetual bloom – their Lily
here and gone too soon!
a vision of that Lily multiplying – below the clay
will be their dream that blooms another day.
Those who carry peoples dreams in the palm of their hand understand the
Choice: to dream or die –
(not by death but by life not worth living!
Roseleen Walsh Friday 28th Dec 07