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                              An Old Man Clinging to a Microphone

                          Those he commands move only in command,
                          Nothing in love…

                                             -Macbeth V.ii.19-20

An old man bowed his head, maybe in prayer
Asking forgiveness for the massacre of innocents
Or maybe he was sorry only for himself
Because no one liked him anymore

His speech was as fragmented as the dead
He gobbled out words, poor scripted cliches’
Those in attendance felt little for him -
Pity, yes, and surely something of fear

For no one dared ask him, as he shuffled away,
“Mr. President, will you please resign today?”