It’s not enough
That you go senile
In the unflattering light of the public eye
It’s not enough that the sacs in your shitty lungs
Overflow with disease ’til they drown in blood
And it wouldn’t be enough if you burned alive
On the 23rd floor in a high rise fire
Or if you caught 19 rounds of lead
While you reached for your wallet like Diallo did
What if you starved to death in a foreign island detention camp?
How could you make your appeal to the folks at home
With your lawyer bugged and your assets froze?
There’s no irony that you’ll die in a bed with a drip IV
Instead of in the streets, torn apart like budget Mussolini
Choking on your teeth, with the flag from your lapel rammed through your cheek
One thing we have in common
Our dogwhistles are shrill
In fact, I think mine is broken
And that you ought to be killed
For the thousands who’ve suffered
For the mothers who’ve mourned
The grand foyer of Bracewell
Should be smeared with your gore
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