The day I saw him on television
I knew where the leaves of democracy had fallen.
Fifteen and five years
The eyes of evolution were upon us.
A man dragged the dark sea after it
Into the rainy sun.
And as they continued, they let it go.
They let it go: Men!
A man like Napoleon with the greed of Hitler.
I saw his palace and saw no difference.
The day I saw him on television
He thought it worth a laugh.
A joke, yes – that is our country.
The slaves still sip from pits
And cover their wounds with dried leaves.
On the streets they lie,
Hoping he’d throw them a crumb.
Speak up children. Climb the hills
And do not forget as you grow.
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