Another dearly departed friend,
Another memory where a comrade once stood.
When will it end?
Why I’m still here, I’ve never understood.
Why this time?
Lack of healthcare?
Overdose? Hate crime?
Refusal to share?
Beaten by police?
Choked or shot?
Or maybe just left
In prison to rot?
The questions dance through my mind.
Yet no answers satisfy the why.
More friends lost
Than years gone by.
Hands tremble, tears refuse to fall.
Dead inside, lonely and forgotten,
Broken, beaten by grief of it all,
And all the pain this life’s begotten.
But the rage,
The fire inside,
Keeps me burning
In this worn hide.
No longer for myself,
At the end of that rope,
But guided by a mixture of vengence
Can we win?
Is there a chance?
Left without answers I venture on.
Wishing to create a world
Where evil is gone.
Where others don’t have to suffer
As I have,
As I continue to.
Impulsive and reckless,
Still pushes me through.
Driven to fight
With fists and spite
But also with strategy and wit.
Long past time to fix this shit.
Urging to burn it all to the ground,
Dance among the flames,
That sweet crackling sound.
But also wishing to build anew.
A fresh start,
New morning dew.
For every breath I take,
All the progress we make,
Spits in the face of our oppressors
And honors the sprits of long lost friends.