The Fiddler In London's Tower
30 June, 2022
Author: Joseph Ogbonna
Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee.
You were as much passionate in symphony
as you were in death, which you faced willfully.
Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee.
But still to celestial heights they lifted thee.
For in great honour at heaven's distant gates
you became heaven's fiddler at God's request,
to play in courts before the heavenly greats
in a manner timeless at their own behest.
Fernando Buschmann, the fiddler at the tower.
He that rendered sad tunes in his final hour,
playing Pagliacci at the twilight of life.
Continue to rest in a world void of strife
until justice for your death we all shall see.
------- Author's Notes -------
A poem about Fernando Buschmann. The German spy and fiddler who was executed by British troops for espionage during world war 1. In 1915 to be precise. |
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