A whisper of a tale
For the father's
We knew to love
And admire through treachery
And unsought of honor -
You loved us Son's, if only the right amount

A breathe
For the mother's
Whose wear always showed
But were never bothered to ***** about
Tears invisible streamed down your face
Yet the eye's never appeared bloodshot - only your soul

A sigh
For torn sister's whose
Love was never fully embraced
Dreams embittered with stammers
Of a brain torn in two by hands
Given to you by the wicked will of chance

A laugh
For the grandparents
Whose war will never be forgotten -
Only lied about in history books
And false ideals with dollar signs for politics

A soft touch
To old love's
Their memories are the base
For a perception I am branded with,
Live with, and deal with and the
Days where I think not about the effects
Of the past are the better ones

A nod
To the enemies of this world
For they give me the right
To repress the animal within
For violence always seemed
So easy

And a drink
For all the friends
I do not see
For on this day
I do truly wish
To be near thee
Your heat
Your madness
Your stark raving genius
Of living on the edge
Of life and death

Revealing to me
In a crippling finality

They prove to be

One
And
The
Same