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I hope one day I'll reminisce about memories past and shed no tears,for I may have lost a brother but its the world I mourn for most,
for all those who never got to know you.
You brought light to our world,I swear you were my beacon of hope.
somehow, instead of absolute heartbreak, its disbelief i feel.
Almost a month later,
the funeral is over,
I should be okay by now,
but I'm crying still, because its just not fair!
Not fair that a bullet should strip you of your life,
that your son should grow up without a father in his.
I would trade my life for yours in a heartbeat if I could.
You had so much more to give,
a whole life to live,
yet I exist and you're deceased.
This poem I dedicate to my late cousin brother, you were loved.
lala ngoxolo gazi.