As I lie on my bed now reminiscing
over the life of those now missing
I hear voices in my head screaming
the voices of those now missing
I hear voices of students and teachers
and even of those who were once preachers
those who were poor and those who were richer
even the humble slaves and the great butchers

Some I knew and some I never met
others my friends, class and school mate
people with whom from the same plate I...