Ceremonial sparks.
Appearing momentarily,
Under arches and domes.
Shown to highlight,
Those well known.
For their devotion and loyalty,
To human rights and humanity.
Celebrated with hindsight.
Their powerful and effective speeches.
And tremendous sacrifices to have made.
Brings tears to eyes to wipe away.
The moment stirring anthems are sung.
Emphasizing with religiousness,
A connection to a faith.
Some do to fake.
Yet obvious it is others do not imitate.
There is a craving for change.
A craving to embrace,
An enlightenment to have...
Kept in all hearts,
Sparks like this to forever glow bright.
Although...
These ceremonial sparks,
Soon begin to dim.
Over and over to repeat them again.
Like celebrated holidays.
To later as they pass to forget.
What the gift was given.
And who it had been that sacrificed,
Their life to give to remember...
A name associated.
To a doing of a deed,
In an effort to endeavor tirelessly.
Eventually taken for granted.
John?
John Lewis?
Thank you for your sacrifice.
And the life you lived devoted,
To humanity and the right...
For all to have the quality of life,
Deserving of it.
Without servitude to anyone but God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem