Cry Love


In Budapest and everywhere you are,


speak out the solemn message of


your heart: cry love, love, love


even as you depart.




To the battering, to the hate,


to the lies, to the phosphorous


projectiles turn the burning word,


the stern word: let it be heard.




You who resist tyrants, do you


pity the victor—who mistakes you,


after all, for the enemy in his own


breast?  Because we hear you cry love.


Cry love, cry love, cry love.  cry.