“In Haiti on Monday, an associate of Duvalier said that he had returned
... because he was homesick.” ~ CNN
Pity the homesick dictator who gets the blues:
Endless nights on the French Riviera eating alone
Only his Swiss bankers calling on the phone,
No more time to torture enemies or to schmooze
With Macoutes, each one eager to ascend the throne.
Pity the homesick dictator who gets the blues
Remembering when naked girls kissed his shoes
His word could give breath, or sever a bone
Families disappeared, their names still unknown.
Pity the homesick dictator who gets the blues.
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1 comment:
I like the poem. mi naa pity baby doc though
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