In death, dignity defied
there is rarely ever dignity in the end for the cornered oppresor, fleeing fluttering freefall from self-imposed pedestals, more so this truth and many rejoice toss words like 'comeuppance' 'good riddance' as though in that time of meting out oppression they stood at the front line of opposition voices echo loud now raised in victory while boots sink in to flesh not yet cold the world watching, a sympathetic nod at this indecency there's rarely ever dignity in the end, for the cornered oppressor more so this truth but the indignities beyond death they paint no pretty pictures either not for those once oppressed nor the onlookers, grinning sympathy, wolfishly watching