Will The Man Change His Ways? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A political leader known to be infected.
Goes on anyway to spread his contagion.
Not caring who it hurts.
Believing that the election is all that matters.
The right to not wear a mask.
The right to kill your very own supporters.
Crimes against your own people in the worst kind of way.
You are appearing weak when you should be showing strength.
You should know if you die, you will be mourned regardless of the egregious acts committed.
It's not your fault, you know no better.
It was the way you been raised, encouraged, and enabled.
Your parents if they were alive should be shamed.
Thrown in a vagabond in the middle of a town square.
And forced to stay there for all eternity.
But they are not.
So I ask you, beg of you, think not of what benefits you.
But instead think of those who lives you'll destroy with the tactics deployed.
A little girl without her mother or father.
A brother wishing his sister was still here.
A husband who can't afford the bills left behind after his wife dies suddenly commits suicide.
Creating so many sad stories, and there was no need for it.
But you can still change course.
It is never too late to grow a conscience, and start being responsible for the actions you take.
And I'll pray for soul while you lie on deaths door in that hospital bed you dread.