My First And Last Political Untitled Poem by Hubert J. Humperdink

You put poison in the hands of your brother, didn't you?
Now no lie can bring back your soul
All your two-faced army men they turn their backs on you
Leave you lying on the cooling floor

In the pines, in the pines your wife will run and hide
And never come back to you again
So who's gonna bake your biscuits, who's gonna cook your beans,
When she goes and leaves you so sore?

Everybody's standing around just waiting for you to fall
They won't shed a tear when they lay you down
All the faceless babies that you watched float down stream
Are standing and rapping at your door

Ten million people standing around the burying ground
All their faces are red with cheer
Standing over your grave to make sure that you're dead
And that you won't come back to bother them no more