With no body guard in sight
Alone we try to recover
From this act that wasn't right
If they can't have you, no one will
The assassins, once your friends
Your path looked different so they sought
A means to achieve their ends
They spoke of you to those who listened
As untrustworthy and a liar
The damage done, they could not see
And they threw you in the mire
Why is it so in days like these
We lose our friends to blindness?
When all we ever gave the other
Were happy times and kindness?
Will we ever find a way,
To somehow make amends?
Because assassins who kill you now,
Were yesterday your friends.
Mark H Sumner
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