Murder and Policy

By Cliff Lake

 

Murder and Policy

 

Faceless men that claim provoked,

Another life has been revoked.

Immediate, the White House spoke:

Immediate mirrors and smoke.

 

Might this be just as they’re saying?

Washington-approved slaying?

Before this goes any further,

Mr. Trump, you sanctioned murder?

 

No more rights for you and me:

They ain’t right, and you ain’t free.

This is exactly as you see:

Murder is the policy.

 

What could prompt such fevered will?

The truth will out, the poison pill.

When they get close, you know the drill:

See Jeffery’s ghost, state sponsored kill.

 

Who needs their intention masked?

Who’s afraid we’ll see their past?

This must be discussed further,

Donald Trump, you sanction murder.

 

No more rights for you and me:

They ain’t right, and you ain’t free.

This is exactly as you see:

Murder is the policy.

 

Who will cover for past sin?

The complicit go all in.

Unrighteous anger, the shark fin,

Their goodwill cover is growing thin.

 

The growing sound of marching feet,

Leads to killings in the street.

Seems like this will go much further:

Mr. Trump has sanctioned murder.

 

No more rights for you and me:

They ain’t right, and you ain’t free.

This is exactly as you see:

Murder is the policy.

 

Cliff Lake 1/25/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

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