Yon Stranger

Little flower petal, alone and ignored
Lo! Sharp winds seize it, high hand it-
Drive in circle-swirls among the rain!
The gust of air shakes the bough
And brings many dew-droplets down.

And who is far stranger? He amongst seas
Of ocean-sand, the green-clad man?
Some gawk, call mad but most chatter
In quiet clans, spread the morsel-lies
Amongst themselves and truths
Even worse than the foetid falsehoods.

See far people put up with him,
Give up on him, cast him abroad
In wild tempests of betrayal.
Hypocrites in gilded arrogance
Scoff their views and cast his down.
For what? A little breeze among the ghillies?
In these days, titans must bow to mice
And the sharks bear lashes from minnows.
While women-wailing boys are hushed
And told that all is well, rocks agin' the sea
Are brought down with thunderous blows.

Oh far stranger, now abed amongst the grass
In silent dreaming, how pitiful you are,
How weak you were, brought down by lice
An eagle crying at commands of crows!