Dear Mother

Tears streamed down my cheeks Grief raced up my spine

My mother had died, I was mourning But she was alive, proudly adorning The validation of demented theocrats The machination of narcissistic bureaucrats The rotten fruits of propaganda The manipulation of insecure kleptocrats

Grief does not always follow death It precedes sometimes with shallow breath The difference is only in the timing though It was always going to happen, don't fret

Now they panic that I shut the door Not letting "love" abuse me some more Oh what a terrible person I have become Not drinking the poison, not eating manure

The grief has passed, the death was final A dark reality now engraved on vinyl I won't be enslaved to the merchants of death I will rise in glory, through pain anginal