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Tale of a villain and rascal

Shame has no fancy stroking I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart For the character is a braggadocio person A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel Wouldn’t see the truth It hurt his jaundiced eye he would say And so he pretended the masses loved him And if his deaf ear could open He would hear the whispers of their acrimony The sizzling embers of their rage The ones he bruised and would not care Clothed in rags and derided like his marionettes But they saw his strutting nudity A villain; a rascal; a buccaneer Donned in suits of the white men he abhorred Drunk in power that gave him his blindness Bob the plunderer would not see or hear That his end was nigh And like the grime he was To grime he would forever lie And the nation he once raped Shall piss on his rotting grave.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 1/19/2016 9:21:00 PM
TRINITY, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**
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