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.