Barbara's Sharebook 

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!