When I imagine you
Tied up like dogs
Or
When I imagine you
In your cold grey cell
With the bunk bed set aside
Crying, praying for freedom
Like slaves on plantations
I say
When I imagine you
You kind angry father of a man
Who use to be called the Top Gun
I applaud you
Through your demise
I applaud you.
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