When Mandela Died
When Mandela died
The government lied
and lying still
as does he
Nothing moved
No one dared
but some stuff dies
and some are spared
but I was moved
no one touched
me, like he does
and no one loves you like I do
and no one sees Im blinded too
but I saw you nude
Your clothes were see through
Then.
This voyeurist
This polemicist
This iconoclast
(big names for a liar like me)
shriveled up inside
felt your broken mind
penetrate me, rape me
Committed suicide
Hope was hanging from a tree
The day Mandela died
Is lying still
the government and
...so do I
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