Must it be that the light which stood for hope and the promise in change,
In an instant is obliterated, senselessly by the familiar yet strange?
Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain?
A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents’ favor to gain.
Who has sight to see the symptoms on society before they leave yet for school?
Call it as I see it, taken from our crown, this most precious jewel.
Look it up, anything unidentified by man, tis the meaning of the word tefft.
Yet the story seems true enough, a life tragically taken, moreover a theft.
Those whose path was swayed, should come together, that the young not wander.
The rest of us that knew, well we are left to cry, and yet to ponder.