I am all of you

A Funeral for a Friend

many called him ‘friend’
few called him ‘grandson’
two called him ‘son’
one called him ‘brother’

many knew him as a human being
few truly knew him as Matthew
two knew him as ‘faggot’
One truly knew him as equal

Many questions still puzzle, very
few answers to be told.
To question his sexuality, only to
one, himself, must he answer.

Many brutal bashes with the but of a gun,
few tears trailed down his cheek without a crimson tint,
two human hands fastened to an old wooden fence post,
one person, remaining for dead.

Many victims,
few surviors,
to
one powerful emotion, hate.

Many send their love and sympathy, but
few will ever understand, what it’s like
to lose a friend, grandson, son, or brother, to
one motive, hate.

many lessons to be learned
few memories to share
to him we say ”rest in peace”
one brave soul, one shepherd.

many called him ‘friend’
few called him ‘grandson’
two called him ‘son’, and
one called him ‘brother’

~In loving memory