When you were laid to rest
no one knew your name.
All anyone knew
was that you were very young.
Life was taken from you
even before you had a chance to live.
Angels laid you to rest
and your tombstone read:
NAME UNKNOWN.
BORN - 1984? DIED - 1999
(Since I wrote this, the young
lady has been identified. She was
brutally raped and beaten to death.
Local city police officers paid for
all of the funeral expenses and were
the 'Angels' that laid her to rest.)
(2002)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem