In Memoria 

A dear friend passed but a week ago.

Apparently no one really noticed and not

many seemed to care. There’ll be no funeral,

no emotional memorial service, to mark the

passing of his life. No one will form up a

processional to the grave site, and few, if any

will toss flowers on the casket. Some may

not have noticed at all.

If I’m honest, I have to admit he was a bit

of a pest at times.  He insisted on strict rules

and procedures, often causing me heart burn

over the smallest aspect.  Many a man was

hampered by his insistence in fair play and

equality, but he always seemed to have

the best interests of others in mind. I slaved

over him in a career spanning some 30 years.

Taken from us in a blast in a parking garage

in Dallas, Texas, a bomb, attached to a drone,

cut him down in the prime of his life.  Oh,

some will say he got what he deserved after

hatred reared its ugly head and cost the lives

of five police officers.  No need for charges

to be brought or a costly trial.  “String ‘em up”

echoed through the night, an eerie blast from

our not so distant past. 

So farewell old friend. I fear for our future.

R.I.P.  Due Process

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole