Respect
and hark
these were pure warriors
all obligation to sense of duty
each doing the right thing as
they did.
One fun in the shade of life
fought in black and white
deft strokes of pencil
a move of dreams
value of being free.
Two or well
not
really numerically two but
colourful
red being that favourite
and
warrior of the other kind.
Space nor time will drill sense
into
obstinate characters
write only for your
kind.
Why fly when
space
beckons.
When we all cry
a
different tear
but yet lose
something.
The next warriors will be ready.
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