No Silence
	Note:  I composed this poem after hearing Paul Rasasabagina address an audience at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, in Decemvber 2005. As  hotel manager of a 5-star international hotel in Rwanda during the tribal genocied, he was directly responsible for saving more than 1200 lives. His personal bravery, perseverence, and ingenuity are depicted in the movie Hotel Rwanda.
		No silence in the heart of glacial ice whose millimeter creep across millenia grind mountain rocks to pebble sand No silence in the midnight halls and offices where diplomats slough off responsibility to intervene and halt a genocide No silence in the azure wall of ice whose face sloughs off into the frigid sea great chunks to gravity's machet' No silence in the twisted mouths of gaping bellies and severed heads and limbs sloughed off into the streets of bitter hate Salt ice of frozen rivers' tears do not debate morality with men but simply bleed back to the sea A child's soul sloughed off beneath his bed whose eyes have witnessed playmates' slaughter, sad eyes still blinking life. Only silence in a world gone mad with arrogance and trepidation that we never were the master race