The bodies covered the steps And the streets and sidewalks. In the early dawn they began to stir. The capitol police began to move them From the sight of the state house. "You have to move, grandma," sad the officer - her grandson looked so good in his blue uniform. "But it's so nice here with my friends. We slept so close and warm. I was by your granddad." "Grandma, he wasn't granddad." "This is our home ..." "You have to go now." Grandma stopped talking, her face blank and flat. The officer moved her out of sight. The governor's fans arrived And took their places for the media. They cheered on cue as Governor Dives Praised himself for making the state Billionaire friendly. "Isn't it wonderful, grandma. We have a great state Where the fittest are unshackled." "Oh yes, but I just want to die in a nice, clean, warm bed."
©2011, John A. Mills