Gunpowder, treason and plot;
There should be no reason why gunpowder and treason,
Should ever be forgot.
A wish was made on a birthday: July 8th,
Friends, food and fine dining;
Over the food he had no mood,
To face the prospect of dying.
Remember, remember the 11th of September,
Two planes, two towers and plot;
There must be a war, at expense of the poor,
Every year no one forgot.
One month before: June 24th,
He was enlisted to risk his life;
He gave her a ring and bought her a ring,
He asked her to be his wife.
Remember, pray, the 13th of May,
Chinese, Malays and plot;
Remind them today in every possible way,
Lest bigots be forgot.
It finally ends: August the 10th,
He returns home from his deploy;
She didn't forget, she was in bed,
Celebrating their newborn baby boy.
The dates we remember are the ones that mean most,
To celebrate what is gained and mourn what is lost;
To replenish the dedication in our soul,
But for whose cause? I don't know.
They mark the divergence in our paths,
And we can but only look back and laugh
Or grief at things that made us who we are,
As long as we are not used. Cya.
