Carved from bitter cliffs of Lika peaks
Passing along the miracles of shine -
he shared flames and grew to divine
Ten fingers -
released the forces of giants
His visions and grants -
pushed the torrents to Niagara plants
without hats and tricks
without canes and bricks
From caves, mysterious and frightening
he gifted the world with lightning -
Shoreham tower in the skies -
a hint of miraculous wireless device
making company to sleepless dawns...
With a single move and step -
seven miles along the hills and lawns...
A golden heritage to mankind -
fascinating product of prodigious mind...
Prophet of upcoming time -
deceased in obscurity, without a dime
His soul in storms and clashes -
fortune for planet from his ashes