Rest In Peace

RIP to the Brave and the Beautiful

Rest in Peace to the Brave and the Beautiful.

Rest in Peace they gave and were dutiful.

Rest in Peace their world has stopped turning.

Rest in Peace their demons have stopped burning.

We pick up the pieces of their souls and reach for the glory

We pick up the pieces of their memories to try to tell the story

We pick up the pieces of the brutal machine and plant our little cages of security

We pick up the pieces of the brutal machine and forget to question authority

But where is the whole soul?

Where is the unity in humanity?

What is the common ground?

Where is the food of decency?

& the grain of respect?

RIP to the brave and the beautiful

RIP they gave and were dutiful

RIP their world has stopped turning

RIP their demons have stopped burning

Killed before their time,

Dying in their duty,

In their heart's passion,

In their gracious quest,

While we, naked children of the dollar,

flailing helplessly in temporary luxury

Bite the dreams off of others

As a reenactment to comedy, or tragedy.

Chance that we rise from the ashes of their self sacrifice to achieve grace

Chance that we evolve to deserve to be within ten metres of their space

Chance that we merit a chance encounter as they float from way beyond high

Chance that we marry the martyrs in the next life, or so I eulogize.

Their memories paint the perfect picture of fidelity.

We pick up the pieces of duty and embody a legacy

But we are too far gone, too brutally selfish in the corruption of our souls

We are too far journeyed, too far broken in the meat of the stew, in the wreckless road rage,

The terrible tantrums, the "me me me me" of "I was first", "I'm here now", or "I have the most to lose"

Rest in Peace to the Brave and the Beautiful.

Rest in Peace they gave and were dutiful.

Rest in Peace their world has stopped turning.

Rest in Peace their demons have stopped burning.

And what of the dreams of a nighttime sister?

What of the unwritten books of the paramedic poet?

What of the later life experiments of the curious doctor?

And where is the care for the carers who've shown it?

What of the everyday lives and loves of the cleaners who dance?

Dance between the footsteps of our imperfections.

But what of the nurse, the unknown nurse?

The beaten, the abused the unsafe

With Their love for humanity

even when humanity stares down their grace

And what of the lifesavers?

Did they know that in their wild childhood dreams

They would maybe save a hundred, or 10 thousand lives maybe?

But maybe they couldn't save their own life

Maybe they couldn't save their own lives

Rest in Peace to the Brave and the Beautiful.

Rest in Peace they gave and were dutiful.

Rest in Peace their world has stopped turning.

Rest in Peace their demons have stopped burning.

Rest in Peace

Rest in Peace