I did not know you
Yet I leave my present,
And I give up tears
In remembrance of your passing.

I rail at the wind
With a sense of rage
At the conflicts
Which took your life.

I honor your sacrifice,
Still seeing it as needless;
I require myself
To remember you.

For should I forget
Your maiming and death,
There may one day be
More of you to remember.

Robert Macbride - 1992 ©