Vile incarnate.
Are you really dead?
No.
Monsters like you never die.
The millions of souls you slaughtered
on the 'killing fields' of Cambodia
bear testimony.
Addendum: Our little hero John Howard, the deposed prime miniature of Australia knew this was happening, but didn't utter one word of sadness or regret. It wasn't a vote winner then, and he didn't have George W. Bush's backside to kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rage, rage, my love. Your humanity shines through these words of venom. love, Allie xxxx