I took a walk in the middle of night
To visit the statue of Saint Francisco. There used to be a virgin Mary next to him, she was long ago removed …but I was surprised to see Francis beheaded…
His dog at his side and pigeon on his shoulder, still no mistake of who he is…despite loss of his head.
I wonder why someone chopped his head off..? Was he the inspiration for Novax Djokovic? To stand up for what is right despite the back lash.
Francis was known to be a friend to all creatures…so someone lately thought badly of that and ruined his likeness….
Why do I even live here anymore?
I'm wondering when they will come for my head…they don't get my heart.
My heart is anti hacksxxxine, and it belongs to st Francis, and me, not Albert Bourla nor London Breed, ah I can call her London Greed, she'd blend right in at a Boorish Johnson and Johnson party, where none of the folks who make us wear masks feel the need to do so themselves, liar whores…how are any still in office and not in jail?
I'll have to go get a mask to cover the headless likeness of Francis, the mask of shame to cover the crime of fascism we have had imposed. So he won't see how shameful we've become even without plaster eyes nor concrete ears…
The spirit of Francisco has never been further from the city named after him.
San Francisco has fallen.
Think we'd treat Novax Djokovic any differently here? Nope…