Gloria Vanderbilt died today princess Diana, was on the news beautifully dead, walking the dusty trails of Angolan land mine fields, without protection of any shields.
"I cried the day that Bowie died" (and the world cried with you) we shed our tears our sighs & why's, when a famous one dies, but what of the good human who slips away without any voices, without any words, to say?
The one who gave much more than they could spare passes away, shown no care the loved yet forgotten, once fine the downtrodden.
The mother who sang lullabies dried millions of tears, hushed thousands of sighs with warm embraces, with loving care, slips into the nothing, exits an unaffected world.
The lover once lovely dead in an alley a ditch, too many hits, too many scars, unseen unfelt unmissed(sic) by hundreds of passing cars
Beauty rotting cold blood clotting, passersby passing by unaware, would they even care that she was broken long before dead, by a world callous and cruel undid her lovely head?
I understand fame, I understand célèbre, I understand shame, I hang my head.