From "You Who Wronged," by Czeslaw Milosz:
Though everyone bowed down before you,
Saying virtue and wisdom lit your way,
Striking gold medals in your honor,
Glad to have survived another day,Do not feel safe.
The poet remembers.
You can kill one, but another is born.
The words are written down, the deed, the date.
Full poem here.(Photo: Behrouz Mehri/Getty.
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