A meMoIr of RefLecTioN

Grief has come knocking again
After five years of picking the pieces of another fall
The tiny pillar holding our wrecked mortality.

We listened in vain for the sounds of morning to come
You are whisked in the wake of a yawning day
like calumny of an ugly treatise
Beyond the see of a fallen man
Your youth was abused
And chastised in the most cruel manner
The potent of your innocence,
Your blood drop yet bleed their un-scabbard sword.

The groan of your fighting Spirit
The candor your life emits
And above all, the grace of your brevity
Taunts your killers, mocks their cowardice.

The laughter of the death-hungry mob
Mix an air of eternal venom that wont die with you.

Who would want to keep your flames from glowing?
Oh how you had to go.
An old age celebrated in the prime of teen.
Go in pains but don't be bitter.
Let forgiveness be your peace.
you live above the Base and mean in life
Glow and watch your breath captors in mercy.
Your dying only tells of greater sin
That tongue cant recite.
Roar on, soar on, live on brother
This my song to you, this my verse as you passage.
The tree most stoned is that which bears fruit.

Adieu brother, and our blood goes on!

(c) Gagman Cleopas