I was never a fan of Margaret Thatcher; but when someone dies, I think it's only reasonable to respect their wishes as far as possible. Her large, elaborate, politicised funeral did not, as far as I could make out, respect her wishes in the least.
So I wrote this.
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They didn't bury her today;
it was a funeral, they say,
but she was planted like a seed
to propagate the cruel creed
that she began: the poor must pay.
To fund this pomp, they took away
from those who struggle day to day,
from every soul who faces need
and has no voice.
Yet she, if she could speak, would say
she would have wished another way;
they show her as the face of greed
that once she was, but now, indeed,
she is a pallid husk of clay
and has no voice.
So I wrote this.
---
They didn't bury her today;
it was a funeral, they say,
but she was planted like a seed
to propagate the cruel creed
that she began: the poor must pay.
To fund this pomp, they took away
from those who struggle day to day,
from every soul who faces need
and has no voice.
Yet she, if she could speak, would say
she would have wished another way;
they show her as the face of greed
that once she was, but now, indeed,
she is a pallid husk of clay
and has no voice.