the town crier’s feet departs,
our land is warned of the perilous years ahead,
yet the people abuse the messenger,
and neglect the message of truths and freedom.
with “I don’t care attitude”,
the town crier is Judged,
mocked for his looks and spirituality,
harassed for his means of delivering the message.
his gong was music and writing, yes,
weapons of warning and struggle,
his crew, made of determination and truth,
yet his “openness” killed him; death of conspiracy.
his words now bite us into reality, now we cry,
our souls long to have the town crier again;
but his was just to warn and not to be our deliverer,
his gong is left with us, for us to hear and act.
music is a weapon,
writing is a weapon,
you, the victim is also a weapon of struggle and freedom,
dare to stand, ask, stay, fight and be free.