Lawrence Hall
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An Old Man Clinging to a Microphone
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love…
-Macbeth V.ii.19-20
An old man bowed his head,
maybe in prayer
Asking forgiveness for the
massacre of innocents
Or maybe he was sorry only
for himself
Because no one liked him anymore
His speech was as
fragmented as the dead
He gobbled out words, poor
scripted cliches’
Those in attendance felt little
for him -
Pity, yes, and surely something
of fear
For no one dared ask him,
as he shuffled away,
“Mr. President, will you
please resign today?”
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