Pardon, ME?

Pardon, ME?!

Am I Aaron Burr, sir

Did I kill the man who feuded with my bursar

I remember no trial or charge of crime, sir.

What may I inquire, am I exonerated from?

Excuse me, my ignorance

I’ve not brushed up on Constitutional law

But you pardoning me has a fundamental flaw.

Me and my kind are guilty of no crime

You kill billions each year

Should I bow my head, say grace

Perhaps be more thankful for the time

I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt

That it’s YOU who need pardon

Now tighten your jaw, shut your mouth

Talk less, care more

Heed to this rabble as we scream, REVOLUTION!

We have our best interests at heart

Don’t kill 46 million of my brothers and sisters

And act as if sparing one is doing your part

Do you wanna be in the room where it happens

On the slaughterhouse floor, no flags flown half-mast

This is OUR Valley Forge: strike quick, get out fast

Let’s leave this horror show in the past

I will never be satisfied until all are free

Although they missed a few beings when they mention liberty

I admit your flawed, founding fathers had a few things right

Life is my pursuit of happiness on Thanksgiving night.

The poem was inspired by the presidential pardon, a post from Farm Sanctuary, and I paid homage to the Hamilton musical.