I received this note from the author of the verses beneath:

“These are some thoughts which I have jotted down whilst I have been thinking about Daphne’s 6th month anniversary. I live abroad but I know exactly where I was when the perpetual night fell on our country. The piece is called Alpha Librae, as in the brightest star of the constellation Libra, the scales of Justice.

“I realise it is no work of art but I achieved some catharsis through it. Feel free to reproduce it in full or in part, in my small way I wanted to pay homage to a woman who shames us all to this very day with her courage and doing so through your site is the most appropriate manner I can think of.”

 

Alpha Librae

Like light from a burning star that
reaches us millions of years after
the star itself is extinguished
She who writes no more sheds
light on the dark nefarious deeds
of those who would have us blind
and deaf and without conscience
whilst they sedate us with ‘pjaċiri’
and scrape crumbs in our pockets

She sleeps forever now
the sleep of the just
They have not slept well
since that fateful day
when their heart’s desires
saw their hate become fire

They can never sleep
The weight of their sins
is the only justice so far
They’d have us forget
but we who know better
await more light from Libra