by Gregg Rowe
Oh! memories, my photos -- black and white:
Have witnessed Greek youths lie on hospice beds --
Seen poisoned pills pushed -- AZT -- sad deaths;
Five hundred plus souls -- I heard -- angels bright
Funeral after funeral -- young lives;
Have seen warm salty tears shed when world's wept:
By-gone young years -- my activist days left --
This year I celebrate my twenty-five
Still think the work we accomplished ad-hoc
Through years -- with governments --we tried to talk:
I freely, on my covered white land, walk --
Unforgotten tough comrades -- souls/friends lost:
A heavy heart, hazel eyes --winter glossed --
A knee bent, head bowed, signing of my cross
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