We did not not see it coming,
The debris of a shattered world.
We clutched hands like brothers,
Parlayed like friends,
And smooched like lovers.
We never saw it coming,
When we could say to a friend:
“Let’s chill out for bottles of beer,
And to a lady your lips are kissable.”
Only today, we were all bamboozled
like animals in zoo,
To watch our years die by,
To watch men go out sick,
And never never return;
Only to be told later: “We could deck
Our flower and sing the funeral dirge.”