The once fragrant flowers exhaled toxic fumes
The once sweet melody played tragic tunes
The once warm palm of a friend, now bitter cold
No breath could be heard, no arms to hold

Thy comrade fell dead in the sea of people
The sea then fled, in a turbulent ripple
Thy comrade who fought in pen and ink
A life is lost in an unguarded blink

We mourn today, in black and white
The clouds shed rain, ‘twas a forlorn sight
The shovel struck the earth, my heart pounded
Filthy as the dirt, a man’s voice sounded

“He was a good man” he said faking his tears
And then he added, “We’re good friends through years
But as a true friend I know the truth in my heart
It was his own bullet who’d **** him, right from the start

He was sealed in the ground, separate from the world
The world he fought for, with his life and word
In my hand, his pen was pulsing black tint
To fight for human rights, no one has a hint