Oh, gather 'round, people // A Story I'll tell
About David Honish // A Man you should know well.
'Twas on June twenty-first, a late Thursday night
Officer Chris Carroll spotted a gleaming headlight.
A white pickup Ford, was parked on the roadside
And a silent dead body was slumped on the inside.
The engine was running // as if he was waiting
On that dark lonesome highway // his waiting was over.
It was one single gunshot // Had ended his life
By his side was a letter // Full of anger and strife.
This letter, an e-mail // So strange and so dark
Seemed to point to the guilt // Of his younger brother Mark.
Now some people say one thing // And some say another
And some say that a Frame // Was put 'round his brother.
Who was it who wanted // To see David dead?
Who was it who held // That black gun to his head?
There were plenty of people // David's Peace work offended
There were powerful people // Who wanted his life ended.
Now, David was a Veteran, a Man who knew War
And, knowing, he wanted to see no fighting any more.
Quite frequently seen // at a demonstration
David wanted to cleanse // the soul of this nation.
In streets and shopping malls // He was brash and outspoken
He felt called on to explain // How the system was broken.
He'd unfurl his banners // From a highway overpass
And shout his defiance // Of the military brass.
But the Rich and the Pow'rful // They're after Mid-East Oil
They don't care who gets hurt // That made David's blood boil.
And the list of their War Crimes // Makes all our blood boil.
Let's not speak of his death now // Let's speak of his Living
His Love and his Kindness // His generous Giving.
His strong Courage in face of // An imminent threat
And his salty Humor // Sure sign of a Vet.
His Friends he made on-line
His Friends in the town;
His Name lives on after him
In annals of renown.
The Example he showed us
Will live on forever:
David, for you we pledge
Our Highest Endeavor!