Rushdie
By Russell Willis
His pen, the sword penetrating deep prejudice
even as his words drowned in his own blood
Blood drawn by a knife, a weapon of hate
wielded by a man one-third his age filled
with lifetimes of hate, generations of hate
stabbing deep with prejudice
reminding us that freedom of words
carries a heavy cost,
the heavy burden of all freedoms,
heavier yet when those entrusted
with the care of freedom
no longer care