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.
S.E16th 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
richard pierce18th April 2013 at 21:05
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.
Andy19th 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
richard pierce25th April 2013 at 10:51
Sorry not to answer your comment sooner. Too many things going on. Thanks so much for your compliments. Much appreciated.