Richard Pierce

Poetry, Politics

Remembering The Dictator

So she killed my generation

And I’m supposed to keep my mouth shut?
So she killed my county
And we’re supposed to be kind to her
Now she’s dead?

Let her family mourn in peace

And remember
Those she didn’t allow to rest or cry in peace,
Those whose walls and safety she ripped away,
Those whose livelihoods she stole,
Those whose families she murdered,
Those industries she stole from the nation,
Those in need she despised,
Those helpless she ignored,
Those holy words she abused,
That hate she propagated,
That spite she spat,
That venom she made,
That poison she injected into the world
In whose veins it still flows.

She was evil, and evil doesn’t die.

It lives on in her successors,
The hypocrites,
The fat liars,
The bankers,
The bureaucrats,
The racists and fascists,
The apathetic,
The greedy.

Even if I forgave her

She would be beyond redemption.

4 Comments

  1. S.E

    16th April 2013 at 20:08

    love this poem, Richard!! I felt the same way when I heard the news…

    miss ya, and hope all is well x

    Sabina

  2. richard pierce

    18th April 2013 at 21:05

    Sabina,

    Thank you so much. Haven't heard from in an age. Hope all's good with you. Found some pics of us after that dinner the other day. Good memories.

    R

  3. Andy

    19th April 2013 at 06:47

    A powerful yet simply written piece. I was born the same year she came into power and I'd say that was the right term rather than elected. Even so I didn't watch with awareness I remember walking down the road as a child and seeing no poll tax signs. I like this a lot. Andy

  4. richard pierce

    25th April 2013 at 10:51

    Andy,

    Sorry not to answer your comment sooner. Too many things going on. Thanks so much for your compliments. Much appreciated.

    R

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