"Let's Roll" By Lisa Beamer
("Lisa Beamer", the wife
of Flight 93 hero Todd Beamer,
helped author this book about
the courage of her husband Todd
and the other passengers
of Flight 93 who brought
the plane down
in a Pennyslvania field
rather than let it be
used as a
terrorist weapon on 9/11/01.)
" MURDERED BY MUMIA" By Maureen Faulkner"
(In 1981, a Philadelphia police officer
named Daniel Faulkner
was murdered during a late
night traffic stop.
The conviction of Mumia Abu-Jamal
for his murder has become
an international controversy that
lays bare the contentious
issues of race,
judicial fairness
and the death penalty.
Mumia currently sits on Pennsylvanias
death row continuing to appeal his
conviction.
Maureen Faulkner, Daniels widow,
has co-authored with Michael Smerconish,
Murdered by Mumia,
a book that gives her view of the murder,
trial and appeals process.)
I saw you,
hug your purse closer to you
in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me,
put an extra $10.00 in
the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you,
pull your child closer
when we passed each other
on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me,
playing Santa at
the local mall.
I saw you,
change your mind about
going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me,
attending a meeting to
raise more money for
the hurricane relief.
I saw you,
roll up your window and
shake your head when
I drove by.
But, you didn't see me,
driving behind you when
you flicked your cigarette
butt out the car window.
I saw you,
frown at me when I smiled
at your children.
But, you didn't see me,
when I took time off from work
to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you,
stare at my long hair & beard
But, you didn't see me,
and my friends cut ten inches
off for Locks of Love.
I saw you,
roll your eyes at our
leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me,
and my brothers donate
our old coats and gloves
to those that had none.
I saw you,
look in fright
at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me,
cry as my children where born
and have their name written
over and in my heart.
I saw you,
change lanes while rushing
off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me,
going home to be with my family.
I saw you,
complain about how loud and noisy
our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me,
when you were changing the CD
and drifted into my lane.
I saw you,
yelling at your kids
in the car.
But, you didn't see me,
pat my child's hands,
knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you,
reading the newspaper or map
as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me,
squeeze my wife's leg when
she told me to take the next turn...
I saw you,
race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me,
get soaked to the skin
so my son could have the car
to go on his date.
I saw you,
run the yellow light just
to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me,
trying to turn right.
I saw you,
cut me off because you
needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me,
leave the road.
I saw you,
waiting impatiently for
my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me.
I wasn't there.
I saw you,
go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker,.....
A person with friends and a family.
BUT, YOU DIDN'T SEE ME
Please remember our fallen
brothers and sisters.
And watch out for all those
ass holes in cars that
don't give a chit..........
Ride safe
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