I do not wear that unfashionable flower
Whoever bore me left it, singing the hour
Only I tore the hills apart
With my fashionable dart.
I have grown fat here therefore
Do not ask me what I am here for,
What I am not; I will kill tomorrow
With my refashionable arrow!
Because I am great - but was there not more?
do not ask me what. I was here for
This, the hiss
That booed the cheer
That jeered the criminal
That killed the man.
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Nicely penned piece with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.