Pin-Head
(on the death of a tyrant)
Augusto Pinochet his race has run,
Dropping his spoils at the finish line,
And outrun punishment one step ahead
Of Justice. But now Judgment is divine,
True Universal Jurisdiction rules,
Its summary sentence serving on Sin's son.
So shall it be for Bush, brother in harms,
In whom Augusto's legacy lives on.
Dec. 10, 2006
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