not too soon ago now, but still,
Says farewell to a photograph
For the umpteenth time.
His grandkids place flowers
For a man they never met.
Now you know what
they say about those
who do not learn from history.
The night is throwing
Its cloak on me
and it will be Monday soon.
Where a thug in a suit,
will bike to work
And lay his mantra down.
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