Publication 643
By orwell on
Friday, July 2, 2004
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He never suffered for God
and worse were the bitter pangs-
of that fiery indignant cause
He called, and called mankind-
To be, like a great force
not of nature, lifting its boughs
from the fathomless oceans
of history, he defiantly called
For an answer, more truthful
lonely, proud and harsher than
any snow in a peasants field
He called out, awaiting their answer
From the vast frozen wastes
Of Siberia, to the golden prairies
Of Georgia, wandering like a prophet
witnessing the waste of a people
And a nation, he wanted nourished
in the eternal spring light of the soul
not of worker nor peasant, but of Man
He called, and suffered like the prophet.
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