We who love the fallen
who desperately cling to those unjustly killed.
We who have walked with them,
we who slept and fought with them,
we who played and ate with them.
We gather on this day,
when they tried to kill Jesus-
and when they succeeded.
This moment is inscribed on our hearts-
just like the death of far too many others:
King and Romero, our family members,
our friends, our lovers.
We wish they weren't dead. We hate
their absence. We will seek justice
for those who killed them,
and for those who allowed them to die.
Though the ones who killed them
would like us to forget-
we will never forget.
We will always remember.
We who love the fallen.
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