Today on Juneteenth
I think of a man tied to a tree
Swinging in the Arkansas sun
A martyr to a phony democracy
With a shotgun blast to his chest
But also dead by hanging
On an urban farm near Little Rock
No freedom bells clanging.
His crime? A White House scheduler
Who signed Jeffrey Epstein in
For why? Who knows? Any ideas?
Reasons lost in inscrutable sin
So, no, I won’t listen
To democracy lessons by Clintons….
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