WHO SPEAKS FOR THE DEAD?
I see a 'Wall'
Were images are reflected.
From the names.
Of those that went.
And met their fate.
They had no choice.
Or deferment.
From their fate.
At the Nation bidding
They went to their fate.
So,
WHO SPEAKS FOR THE DEAD
At this late date?
No one as most just want,
To FORGIVE AND FORGET.
I'm sorry,
'I just can't
Do that just yet'...
~ Ricardo
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