I Wear My Suit

I wear my suit while my house burns
I wear my suit while my wife dies
I wear my suit when my son’s body arrives
And I wear my suit for you Donald Trump

I wear my suit while Russians torture
I wear my suit as bombs explode
I wear my suit for my lost future
I don’t wear my suit because I am told

I wear my suit to greet the reaper
I wear my suit through the genocide
I wear my suit cos yours is cheaper
I wear my suit with my dead bride

I see your suit, it hides your crimes
I see your suits disguising your hate
I see your suits siding with murderers
I see your suits by Putin’s side.	

David Cox 03/03/25
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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