Social Justice Poetry

Legacy | A Social Justice Poem by Carl Wade Thompson

Let’s talk about legacy,
your legacy Mr. President.
A Peace Prize to your name,
you dealt death in foreign lands.
Pakistan has fond memories,
they are sure to have.
Over 900 innocents killed—accidently.
Another 100 civilians in Yemen.
400 in Somalia,
180 in Afghanistan.
Let’s not mention the children,
that’s a real bummer.
So when your library is built,
let their ghosts haunt it.
Because the dead will remember,
Their memory will judge you.
No pomp, no circumstance,
their blood is on your hands.
Just another killer in the fold,
let the dead speak.

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