Thu - 06 May
Written by Fred
I’ve tried for weeks to find what I can say
To one who, for the things that I believe,
Has lain in prison many a long day
While I walk free and scarcely think to grieve.
Some gossip friend to friend, though, may recall
(If I dare call so great a man on so
Brief an acquaintanceship a friend at all)
Memories from the good times long ago.
How sad it is the world divides us, and
That those who hold you, those too that they hold,
Share in a common love of motherland,
Come from the same unspoiled heroic mold.