while you passed by me like the wind,
how was i to know that your flight took off,
Leaving with no goodbyes for friends or foe;
Should i question God if He was asleep,
or did He not forsee the evils advance,
Was it supposed to happen this way,
and for what purpose, if i may ask;
Eyes red like the morning Sun,
shirts and blouse soaked to the bone,
hands and feet in rambo of who is who,
Sounds of sorrows all in the air;
I pay my obeisance to God,
He who knows all and sees all things,
In awe, i bow with simlicity,
just to ask WHY...why them ?
akinbo a. a. cornerstone
Nota Bene.
In memory of late friends who were crashed to death by a reckless one-way driver (who assumed that it was well to use his money to cover his actions) on September 30th, 2004.
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