Fraternity-Testvériség, 1961 (39. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1961-10-01 / 10. szám

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FRATERNITY

Fight and fall and fight again.

Only flesh and bone are brittle,

Bleed a little, break a little;

Yet for courage nothing can Match the flesh and blood of man.

Children whom hunger made both wan and wise, Schoolboys whom hate exploded into men,

Your broken fists, your blind beseeching eyes,

Your bodies — strangely childlike even then — Rebuke our world. Oh, yet once more forgive The aU-too-little and the much-too-late That finds you still enslaved or fugitive,

That finds us still ensnared in bleak debate.

Rise and confront us in the council hall,

Unnoticed, unannounced and silent there,

Save for that One who stands against the wall,

The blood and, sweat still matted in His hair,

His cry the cry of man’s old agony:

“Forsaking these, you have forsaken Me!”

Reprinted from the Saturday Evening Post — 1956 —