When I met # 46
I didn’t know what to think
Something so different
yet something the same
Instead of harm or indifference
someone doing their part
To bring things closer together
instead of further apart
Giving to countless front lines
Almost childlike
with a grin small and shy
So why this had to happen
No one really knows why
He thought of the Earth
and the sky and plants
His castle the proof
of his kindness and stance
Never meaning harm
Just hard to understand
He just saw problems
and tried to give a hand
Understanding
so much
More than I ever would
Facets so many
to see all
No one person could
I call him 46
cause that was how
He met most of you
His name is Alfred Cohen
and for the battles he fought
He deserves his due
So here’s to you
"He never gave up
and he fought to the end
Only the
world he tried to fix"
Some who knew him
called him SIR ALFRED
The rest of you know him
as Murder Victim
# 46
Leo Atreides