Raise no monuments
For him: who was a restless soul
Struggling towards the light
Amidst a corrupt, decaying nation.
Raise no monuments for him.
For he was not like the rest.
Those chiselled portraits
Of power may stand proud;
Removed from reality.
Yet they’re exalted by
Those revisionists with
A tainted view of history.
Raise no monuments for him.
For they’re hard and cold and grey
They will, in due course, erode in time.
But the soft flowers of grace and mercy
Shall bloom and grow eternally;
In Truth’s serene garden.
There the heavenly birds of Light
Shall Sing their praises to him.
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