Numbers
numbers don’t talk,
numbers don’t laugh;
they don’t breath, or even have a heart,
numbers don’t die.
numbers don’t have a caring Mother,
numbers don’t have a loving Father;
they don’t have a Brother, or even a Sister,
numbers don’t die.
numbers don’t cause a heart to fall,
numbers don’t stay with you forever;
they don’t hold a place in your heart,
numbers don’t die.
numbers don’t cause a Mother to grieve,
numbers don’t cause a Mother to weep;
they don’t cause a Mother to wail,
numbers don’t die.
numbers are only numbers—nothing more;
one comes after none, two after one,
three thousand after two, four thousand after three;
numbers only grow.
numbers don’t have a soul, a life behind their eyes;
they don’t have a Son to read to, or a Daughter’s cheek to kiss;
a Wife to embrace, or a Brother to love;
numbers don’t die.
no Son to squeeze, no Daughter to miss,
no Christmases with their family,
no birthdays to share;
numbers are only numbers, but behind each is a story;
each has a family—each has a Mother, a Father, a Sister, a Brother,
each has a Wife, a Son, a Daughter—
each had an Impact.
He is part of a list, he is now a number;
the number will be overlooked by many—but not by me;
To me, He is more than letters carved in to granite,
more than a name on a list,
more than a death toll—
He is my family.
He is my hero.
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