Where Are They? Poem by Ighile Mark

Where are they
who through terrible eye-fingers
crossed the heated paths
for the sake of justice?

Those who died
To wet the death
Strung at the door of truth: .
Have they turned icy
at an aimless throw
of a cup of liquid?

Where are they
who murdered silence
when peace was stabbed
on the throne of love?

Where are they
who climbed several blocks
of blood and warmth
to bring to the play ground
true lovers of struggle?

Where are they…?