Goody

Poem about a controversial British society figure, now terminally ill and being attacked twice at her death bed...

 

Goody

 

Goody, what’s in a name?

Merely a brand of infamous fame?

 

Could this name by proxy be

What many claim to see?

 

The ultimate contradiction in terms

A victim of society, now attacked by deadly germs

 

Causing cells to grow

Vicious characters lashing out using their final blow

 

Hear the people’s murmur

Gossiping about how she had it coming for sure

 

How easy is it not to judge?

How difficult is it not to budge?

 

It is all to easy to attack

The weak, the down and out, the wack

 

O.k. she said her wacky stuff

You should have called her bluff

 

When she was still sound of body and mind

For she still is one of a kind.

 

Jade, a precious stone

Goody, still not gone

 

With a name like that

She cannot be all that bad.

Author's Note

I am aware that Jade Goody is a controversial figure. The fact that I have written this poem does not mean I agree with Ms. Goody's views or quotes in the past. I wrote this poem because I believe that anybody, whoever she/he may be, is entitled to dignity during the hardest and last days of life.
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Reviews

[poddar kushal]

It may rise a few dust but I think the meaning of this poem is universal.Great work.