Never To Be Forgotten
A trigger was squeezed.
Gunshots echoed through the streets, follower by an unnatural silence. How
could it be a life was taken? The silence immediately interrupted by questions
like who, when, where, how, over and over again we asked ourselves why ???
The questions faded out, as our minds were assaulted, invaded, and over ran by
grief, sorrow, morning, pain, and sadness. Sadness was short lived. The sorrow
abruptly turned to guilt, anger, hate, hostility, and thoughts of revenge with a deep
longing for vengeance. After many harsh thoughts of retribution a sea of endless
tears flooded the streets. We all anger over the withholding of the truth. Together
we mourned your lost. “My loving caring, compassionate son, my brother, my
nephew, my uncle, my cousin, my lover, my friend, my neighbor, my big brother,
my lil brother, my hommie, my shorty, my round, my dog, my boy, my child taking
by the streets ahead of your time.”
We all felt this family and friends alike, not I, you, him, her, them nor they. Leon
it’s for you: we cried at your passing. We frowned at the way it happen. Yet Smiles
illuminate the darkness when we’re asked about the way you lived. My son
though you were taken from this world by injustice, far away in heaven well
beyond the stars may you open your eyes. Through the masses your memory
shall survive – Music, pictures, tee shirts, poetry, rip tattoos, and the ceremonial
pouring out of liquor. Through us, I pray may your memory live on not stained by
the evil that stole you away. Through us your family, friends, and from time to time
a casual stranger, you will always be remembered as you lived. Rest in peace to
My Tru Solider.
A SOUL NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN!!!
Copyright © Michael Bushnell | Year Posted 2007
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