For those whose mouths opened in delight,
For those whose lips were wet with the truth,
For those whose pens and ideas flowed forth,
For those who constructed the shores in light,
For those still weeping after the music waned,
For those now spent of this; our mortal choir,
Your day is marked with solemn remembrance
And your account slumbers `neath the world.
We will soon ask you for a prudent counsel
On matters of war and subversions to truth.
Lend us your guidance one last time,
For we are of need your tongue.
It is reason we now seek.
It is a granite tenacity…
Come! Speak! Speak, I pray!
Pour forth your knowledge!
Speak! For this; our world, cannot wait…