loose change anyone
Now we must be careful and pause not make
Nelson Mandela into a Jesus figure. He was
a warrior and peace maker, prison made him
malleable he didn´t upset our capitalist system;
we are free to sanctify him.
A magician who could read two sides of a coin
before it hit the ground. How the high and mighty
loved him he was not a threat to them, he smiled
and laughed like he remembered a joke.
I hope he kept a diary so we can get a glimpse of
what he really thought of these corrupt idiots who
throng his grave side and speak with fork tongues;
o yes, they are very good at pretending; tears of
born actors fall easily.
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