Fr Sob: My Friend, My Brother Poem by MICHAEL MBUWIR

Gone? No!Too soon
Without notice? We hatched great plans
cruelty, haven't you any limit?
I bleed, my heart bleeds
Tears have escaped me
Am I O.K? No, not at all
Dehydrated? So it seems
Electrocuted? Yes seemingly
As with the current of electricity that dries what it touches
The news has shocked and deadened, yes deadened every cell of me

My cells are numb, my organs are numb, I am numb
All about me is numb for you are gone
Could I have imagined, that you'll be gone
Just in a single flash, succumbing to that bullet
No doubt,I've had this funny feeling lately
Not of fear but uncompromising sadness
It spoke volumes and I studied it carefully
So this was it? Harbinger of this crude end

Sob my friend, Sob my brother, Sob my Mentor
Yeah, Sob! A loving and caring brother
I loved you and you knew it
Yes, you made me your own brother
And you held my hand, lifting me when all else seemed to fail

Mr P is this the dialogue that we have longed for
So you think it liberates us from resentment?
It kills, ithardens hearts, it seeks vengeance
None desired this, but you engaged a tug of war
Who wins is not the end- what of the lives?
And no one knows who's next on the line.
Sob in pain! Sob with a bullet, Sob in a brutal end!

How I remember our last moments when you spoke
With wisdom as with eloquence as ever
‘Your condition is not your conclusion…
No condition is permanent…
Kill fear before fear kills you.'
How ironical that you kissed that bullet
Embracing it as though a hug from a friend
Noit was an enemy's salute
Chasing your body to the ground;
Your soul to the gates of heaven!
I guess you murmured like Christ ‘ FATHER, FORGIVE'

Peter throw open the gates
ArchAngel Michael embrace thy Son
Mother Mary he isthy son
Open the window and draw him in
If Peter and Michael seem to find him wanting

Farewell Sob! Fare well brother! Fare thee well
Let thy blood poured fourth like that of the martyrs
Water the tree of freedom,
Let the fruits come soon- peace
Liberation from this senselessness
For the ground and all sniffing the foul air cry-FREEDOM.