How should one remember you?
How shall I tell your tale to my sons?
He was a gentle man,
So gentle his affliction became
A prospering game in the hands
of an evil caucus.
I will remember you as a victim
Of those profiting from your illness
I will remember you as a thorn-promoted Rose,
A comely Rose.
But,
In your sickness and death
The voice of a waking nation challenged to duel
The hold of your thorn-ly brethren.
You sleep and we wake.
Adieu, my President.
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