A POETESS’ MURDERED LIFE
A POETESS’ MURDERED LIFE
This is for Renee Nicole Macklin Good!
-Poets of the World
The gunshots of ICE (Trump's anti-immigrant serial killers)
Rumble in the air of Minneapolis, Minnesota (USA)
Filling people with panic, terror, and fear.
They have witnessed the death
Of a precious poet, a writer, wife, mother, and aspiring guitarist.
Winner of the prestigious award from
The Academy of American Poets for her poem titled:
"On Learning to Dissect Pig Fetuses"
She died from two precise shots.
Death that the mad evangelical
Criminal and fascist Capitol Hill man
Applauds with the hands of all his henchmen
Who venerate and worship his wealthy cock
With two balls that he wants to resemble, no doubt
Those of the Mongol warrior
And conqueror Genghis Khan
Who unified the nomadic tribes
Of this ethnic group from northern Asia
Founder and first Great Khan of the Mongol Empire
Whose Nicole’s death the republicans applaud and cheer
Swallowing all the lies they tell about her death.
Perhaps because she was a woman and a poetess
A fighter for the dignity and freedom of her community
The madman of the Capitol Hill has raised his neck
To take part, without being present
Dancing his “dance of the disabled”
For the death of an innocent, beautiful woman
A defender of human rights.
The “madman of the Capitol Hill” is afraid
Because he thinks that
She and her people will take away his empire
Leaving him dethroned and a mere pittance.
Perhaps, also, because of her extraordinary poem
Awarded in its day well deserved
That the whole country now recites
And will recite forever
Remembering her
So that the poem and she
Will not fall into oblivion.
Now, this madman in the Capitol
Deafening the ears of the people
With: War! War! Or: Peace! Peace!
Death to immigrants and adversaries!
He won't light a candle
On the makeshift altar dedicated to her
But instead wants to march to Greenland
To screw over the Vikings or whoever
By dropping the atomic bomb on them
Or buying their rare earth elements
With money acquired through slavery
As he himself boasts
Dancing his repeated dance of a disabled person
Which, like a dense fog
Dispels his murderous and criminal eyes.
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