by BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner
“A little poison,” in her depleted uranium
The Iron Lady’s baaaack—in titanium!
Some vile, nightmarish, dream-like crack
But, it’s no dream—she’s baaaaaaaaaack!
Broomstick by Boeing—she’s baaaaack!
by BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner
Fracking fluid bubbling and aglow
Cauldron supplied by Monsanto
Election monkeys flying at her side
Cackle, “We came, we saw, he died!”
“Poppies” from fields of Afghanistan
For ‘white’ women’s, “Yes, we can!”
Unsavory symbols of German Police—
Though we prayed she’d Rust In Peace
“A little poison,” in her depleted uranium
The Iron Lady’s baaaack—in titanium!
Some vile, nightmarish, dream-like crack
But, it’s no dream—she’s baaaaaaaaaack!
F-16 broomstick circling the world’s skies
Emitting shrill supersonic war cries—
Popping polygraphs with populist lies,
Dumping Roundup in women’s eyes
Flaunting false, fractured, feminist pride
Like Drone Man did on the ‘Black’ side
Contributions to her war chest—matched
Broomstick by Boeing, Hellfires attached
Willy Warlock, Nuland-Powers coven in tow
The Wicked Witch of The West is all GMO!
Radar confirming the FOX route she flew
Destination: 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue…
Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at Raymond (at) upsurgejazz.com
Raymond Nat Turner © 2015 All Rights Reserved
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