There were many politicians
who made speeches quite inane,
pretending they’d supported her
in struggles and her pain.
If I hadn’t known better
I’d have thought I was insane.
He was a city councillor
a man of great renown,
speaking at her funeral
though he’d tried to keep her down.
He trotted out platitudes
to quell an angry fire
that whelmed in the breasts of relatives
who lived in his bloody Shire.
He said that he had known her
since she first came to the Shire,
forgetting she was born here;
does that make him a liar?
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