In Memoriam


Many jobs can change a life.
Teacher, doctor, husband, wife.
In many ways large or small,
A single role to benefit all.
The professional I aspire to be,
Has more or less chosen me.
While still in my mother’s womb
Came a day of mournful gloom.
A bullet met her beating heart,
And a mortal soul did depart.
Murderers they were, all three
Who robbed this woman’s life from me.
Now as I am nearly grown
I’ll fight the fight that’s not my own.
Justice is the truth I seek
As victims’ worlds turn darkly bleak.
For at the hands of greedy others
We should not lose our blessed mothers.


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