December 8 1980

I remember when he died I remember how I cried, When I heard the saddened news I wanted to fill myself up with booze. I was lost and confused and perplexed As I didn't know what to do next, Another advocator of peace was murdered with a gun I wanted to just run. I wanted to also swear and curse And make my life and feelings even worse, I felt a sadness to my core I've never even drank or cursed ever before. At that time I didn't know how to pray I didn't know what words to even say, I didn't know what to do Inside of my brain and thoughts there was no clue. In rage, I wanted to go out and fight A night of pain and hurt I wanted to incite, Then I wanted to think and cry And I kept asking myself, "Why? ". I then called all my friends and my family Telling them all of the calamity, Of course of the news they already did hear They also shed their sadness and tear. I then ran to my right and then again to my left I was confused and full of bereft, Confusion and hate was filling my head So, I sat down and I listened to his music instead. Randy L. McClave