No Fanfare - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

No Fanfare

They leave him
Lying there,
No fanfare,
Over the top public
Displays of grief,
Protracted processions,
Overwrought eulogies.
A lifeless piece of meat
Laying in the street,
Less than human,
What they really
Think of him,
Why they kill without
A second’s pause.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer