(Photo bu Sylvia Kirkwood)
Flowers for peacein their minds
tormented by visions
of those so dear.
For the family
on its maiden trip
to their hometown,
shot at the terminus
For the child
who saw
his father being shot
as he responded
to a request
for water
at the door
by those
who were out
for blood
For the cab driver
who ferried
passengers
no knowing
it was his last trip
For the brave cop
who threw himself
over
and battled
the rampant terrorist
half his age,
to snatch his rifle
and died
to keep him alive
to hang
with
hopefully some others.
Do those in power
even realise
that
we celebrate
those
who best
do their duty
without
thought of reward ?
And they
"trade"
rewards,
like those
that came shooting,
killing,
exchanging their sin
for
their so called
places
in
a despairing Sun....
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