Crocodile Tears

A brief thought, with an attempt of respect to all, on the passing of Margaret Thatcher. 

I will not dance on your grave
I will not ring the bell
I will not see you in heaven or
wish you in hell.

I will not raise a glass
I will not wear blue – or black
I will not cheer, spit,
or turn my back,

but I will mourn the fact
that you died with the same arrogance,
the same ignorance,
that you always had

and this cold goodbye
that we must pay and endure
does not worsen the disease
but it may begin the cure.

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