Remembering The Dictator
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?
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.
It lives on in her successors,
The fat liars,
The racists and fascists,
She would be beyond redemption.