I celebrate every child’s birth.
I celebrate no man’s death.
I smile at every child’s birth.
I cry at every man’s death.
I do, however, celebrate, or not, the in-between
where a man’s lived-life is truly seen.
I celebrate a man of compassion,
whose common goals derive from a passion
to welcome diversity and inclusion,
where women are equals with no confusion,
where equal rights is not an illusion,
where religion is not a quote but an action,
where selflessness helps everyone gain satisfaction.
I do not celebrate those whose false ego and pride
make money a god of hate and division.
I can mourn such a death, and not celebrate it.
I can mourn such a life, and not celebrate it.
Death closed a door that no one should open.
No celebration of life nor death can erase truth as we know it.
Find reasons to love those hurting and sorrowful.
But, make no excuses for what was so horrible.
Speak not evil of the dead.
Nothing more to be said.
annarino writes 