He rolled it out in a blast
He rolled it out in a burst of rebellious anger
Sounding just like righteous anger
The sky was his high to fly
No pest could limit his fly high
As he gathered a million moths to his flame
He took all by a whirling storm
And stormed all around…all about
His spread took on increasing speed
Like a wild Aussie bushfire in full flight
He took all aboard the train from Babylon
And rolled all in a row…for the road beyond
He rolled on…in grand style
Enrolled all for a role
Took all aboard the train bound for Paradise
He groaned and moaned at crafty graft
And crafted ways to halt theft…from the people’s kitty
For a new normal of probity
He screamed and fumed at bootlickers
…at nation wreckers
…at reckless opportunists
He smoked them out; broke up their hold
He desired to seal leaking bottles
Designed to halt stifling bottlenecks
He gave exhaling vent to the people’s ire
Shifted many miles away from the mire
Even rolling some lives from life to quietus
They streamed onto the streets
Screamed his deeds and feats on the streets
“J. J. do something before you die”
Hallowed his name and fame on the streets
Revered the portrait of their hero
The only hero they needed…only hero they had
The only hero they loved
The hero they have lost…to death
- J.
He did something before his death
