What A Whispering World!

Tempest. This is the face, not the pace of reforms. Tempo. And it took off. In a way, we needed both the whippings and the whispers for the return of caution, the restoration of sanity. One day, soonday, the world will awaken and face up to the mother of all truths: PEACE.

It must be waged, it will be earned...if we learn. When we learn from the heroes and heroines at last. We pay tribute to the latest of the clan to leave for higher duty:

Coretta Scott King

Born, thrown, grown

not by wind

but for wind

of change

Bound with kindred

not merely

bred

for change

Glowed as Rosa, Martin

flowed....in pain

Rights Trinity so plain:

Drilled. Killed. Filled

All change

And now billed

to heal....we mourn

no more

As they be Chilled in Class

and Time:

True African Souls

I know how much we cherish our values of freedom...when we have them. Let the world stop whispering about the victims of Tsunamis, earthquakes, famine, poverty and strifes. Act!