Benazir Bhutto
You looked so impossible beautiful and your voice was
so erudite words danced on your sensuous lips, never
had there been a prime minister as you; alas, there were
there were accusations of corruption and you hastily
fled your beloved country, I choose, perhaps wrongly,
not to believe your accusers and you faded from view.
When turmoil enveloped your country again, you were
back seeking power and I knew you’re doomed.
I saw you standing up in the jeep carrying you out of
the park were you had spoken to your supporters, still
striking, in a matronly ways, but your smile dazzled
and, once again, I believed you could be the saviour of
your troubled country. An explosion, Mayhem, billows
of death surrounded you and you were gone forever
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Friday, June 06, 2008
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