Goodbye Elias Bell
There must be a zillion of us there,
And it must be where we truly belong,
For we are not of this earth.
We must have made some list to be born into this world.
Was it a winner's list or a loser's list?
For we are not meant to be blissful here on this earth.
We are blindfolded in here crying,
We struggle to gain an education of the place,
We build our homes here and make families on earth,
We think we belong here after all, but suddenly we must go,
Without consent, we must go.
We are yanked out.
We must leave all we have and know,
Without a choice, we are blindingly returned
To where we do not know, but it must be where we belong,
For we are not meant to be here on this earth.
A week ago Elias Bell was ruthlessly yanked out of this life.
He was young, he was my friend, he had plans
But that did not matter.
He had to go,
To a place he knows not.
But it must be where he belongs,
For this world is not where we belong.
Why must we come here,
And why must we go?
It must not be a winner's list that brought us here.
It is cruel.
Goodbye to oblivion my friend.
When my day comes, I'll "accept" my fate,
And join you into another ruthless circle of whatever,
or is there a place we truly belong to forever?
I mourn for you my friend.
Augustine Ambe
9/2/15
Elias is with glasses, just behind me.
Augie Ambe's photo.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10207542702796772&set=a.1256980835724.2038428.1565713468&type=1