Thrasher's Call

From George Moses Horton (“Let me die, and my worst foe forgive”)

I merited death yet you would not let its somber fist wring your light from me. Robed in my crime, you proceeded to die, coronated with hatred’s harshest and most vindictive violence – my just reward; the worst of my worst just so you could illumine your foe; by death, resuscitate; by punishment, forgive.