So
Hypocrites devour.
There
are words of love,
And
others of hatefulness and envy.
They
called you blind,
As
they wore their robes of travesty.
In
the night they plotted,
Darkness
to shame you brother.
Tho'
in honesty you lived,
And
died with freedom on your tongue.
You
fought to bring decency,
Into
the arena of men.
Some
hated even your smile,
For
they feared, what you gave.
Intelligence
has left them,
Squandered
on a deceitful ideal.
Sadness
took the place of light,
You
had done your level best.
They
knew nothing of joy,
You
created pure magic, friend.
Music
was your medium,
To
evoke the peace of all.
A
lifetime gone too early,
You'd
have showed a million more.
What
love could do to strangers,
If
we'd give peace a chance.
It
was all about the timing,
Now
we know, what you'd done.
Every
action has a season,
And
a reason to be known.
A
bullet stole your life force,
But
your spirit lives forever on.
Your
honesty a legacy to peace,
And
a victory proudly won.
'JohnLennon, Peoples Hero, Peacemaker.'
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