Abe chastises: "Slaves are men!" Let's kill him.
Martin plies his righteous pen. Let's kill him.
Lennon peace would give a chance.
Milk won't cease: he'll gays advance.
Till's caprice...? Towards white gals glance. Let's kill 'em.
Gandhi talks and walks the walk. Let's kill him.
Joe Hill balks: he's more than talk. Let's kill him.
Guevara's rex of moral fights.
Don Bolles protects folks' civil rights.
And Malcolm X upsets us whites. Let's kill 'em.
Romero's shepherd to his flock. Let's kill him.
RFK calls crime "a crock." Let's kill him.
Tiller...? He's for women's health.
Lenin redistributes wealth.
Hey! Who's that knockin' corp'rate pelf...? Let's kill 'em.
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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