Benazir Bhutto 
You looked so impossible beautiful and your voice was
so erudite, words danced on your sensuous lips, never 
had there been a prime minister as you; alas, there were  
there were accusations of corruption and you hastily 
fled your beloved country, I choose, perhaps wrongly, 
not to believe your accusers and you faded from view.
When turmoil enveloped your country again, you were
back seeking power and I knew you’re doomed.
I saw you standing up in the jeep carrying you out of 
the park were you had spoken to your supporters, still
striking, in a matronly ways, but your smile dazzled 
and, once again, I believed you could be the saviour of 
your troubled country. An explosion, Mayhem, billows 
of death surrounded you and you were gone forever                
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