when the death call came
your confederate ideas
and vile vernacular
came swinging back at me
like a bloody noose from
our haunted family tree
there will be no wails of grief
from me for you
as they bury you
in your proud white sheets
all I have for your decrepit life
and hilarious demise
is a wry warlike smile
that says that today
there is one less
of you and your kind
in my beautiful and diverse world
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