ODE TO CORETTA

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All the squirming Bushes
They thought ...it was funny!

Oh Coretta!
Sweet as honey!
How lonely are they
In the irony of your truth!

Listen to them now
Listen to them here!
The truth of irony
is lost on them, dear...

They're so very angry
That you're forever gone
and your echo's now silent
within their ears of stone

On this day they mock
They don't understand you
They never could, nor will
They'd rather be through

No longer hear the truth
No more know of their sin
Hide from your kind words
And bomb the echo within

mrp