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Kamarck, Edward (ed.) / Arts in society: the arts of activism
(1969)

Darst, David
Part IV: poets of the draft resistance: trail's end,   p. 382 PDF (806.0 KB)


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Finally, we are appalled by the ruse of the American ruling class
invoking the cry for "Law and Order" to mask and perpetuate injustice.
Let our President and the pillars of society speak of "Law and Justice,"
and back up their words with deeds and there will be "Order."
We have pleaded, spoken, marched and nursed the victims of their
injustice. Now this injustice must be faced, and this we intend
to do, with whatever strength of mind, body and grace that God will
give us. May God have mercy on our nation.
Fr. Daniel Berrigan, S.J., 47, is a poet, theologian, editor and lecturer,
whose published works include THEY CALL US DEAD MEN, NO ONE WALKS
WATERS, CONSEQUENCES, TRUTH AND . . . AND LOVE, LOVE AT THE END.
He recently returned from Hanoi with three U.S. pilots released into
his custody by the North Vietnamese government.
Fr. Philip Berrigan, S.J., 44, a chairman and founder of the Catholic
Peace Fellowship, is now serving a six-year prison sentence for an
earlier anti-war action. He is the author of NO MORE STRANGERS,
a World War 11 infantry veteran who received a battlefield commission
while in Europe and a long-time activist in the civil rights movement.
David Darst, 26, is a Christian Brother teaching at Providence High
School in St. Louis, Mo. He was recently awarded a two-year scholarship
to the Harvard Divinity School.
TRIAL'S END
By David Darst, F.S.C., one of the Catonsville Nine
Guilty down these steps,
stray birds light hanging clouds above
as now
the streets awash life:
V-flags
hope coffins
candlerallies, for
mystery shouts and
flies, somebright
days they were:
death
ness
lurks but
flooded hearts sail in the night rain.
Laughter
bodyhugs
lips kissing
arms linked to hands held: wings
blind
I (we)
soar many
and free.


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