each small candle

• Not the torturer will scare me
• Nor the body's final fall
• Nor the shadows on the wall
• Nor the night when to the ground
• But the blind indifference
• Of a merciless unfeeling world

Each small candle lights a corner of the dark
When the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
When the children can be children
When the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And the billion candles burning
Lights the dark side of every human mind