Eulogy for Robert G. Ingersoll

An Original Poem by Jay R. Strisik O Ingersoll your crystalline words are stilled, And museumed away from daily discourse, While dishonest men crush virtue for power And invoke deities and fear to confuse.    O Ingersoll freedom is weeping, Truth sullied by grubby hands Of liars and purloiners of sense,     Misers in doling aid to ill and needy.