Poetry: 8 @ 80 PRESIDENT FOR LIFE

Yours

was a power
all could
embrace
save those
seated
in stolen
Power
they saw the
threat
in your elemental
truth
your rejection of
orthodoxy
Old generals
even old
schoolmates
brought face to face with
the end
of
their repressive
order
even as the
winds
of
change
you sowed brought
a whirlwind of
mayhem
sorrow
tears and
Blood
with your good
mother
set on her
head from 3 storeys up and
You
left for dead
how could they have
known
that rather than stilling
the dynamo they were merely
spooling
it
engendering an
explosion
fanning a flame
that would set even
Broadway alight
Now Kalakuta and
the Shrine
once brutally
repressed have
like You
Slipped the bonds
of
space
and
time