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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Never forget everything Hitler did in Germany was legal.” - Martin Luther King, Jr. drop by drop lady liberty bleeds red on white and blue common sense vexatious verboten spins askew “We can and we must write in the language which sows among the masses hate revulsion scorn and the like toward those who disagree with us.” - Vladimir Lenin yesterday is ever-present jarring brass voices carry it on high-pitched illustrations shutter the light from daybreak’s dawn futures refuse focused reflection engineering a blinding bluff slick slogans snap fruitful echoes crisp shrill voices retort rebuff history passed to relegation forecasts foreshadowing revolution commands sharp perspective voices interlaced with messaging proclamations masked in silence druids among ruins sanitize starry-eyed men moralize reworded histories are harmonize lose not a bloodied head resign yourself to running scared la guillotine administers justice swift and sweet no man speaks of that not heard or sees that left unread bony fingers point with indigestion at reflections of the living dead attack the truth harangue and splay dissect and display on an altar, the public tray horizons pushed beyond the edge driving a flying steel wedge bait stains and fosters rot grumbling boasts a rusting plot lines crossed with grit and grime rant and rave focused chime call the blind to indict the slime committing uncommitted crime - unspoken analysts said les misérables are the walking dead ill-bred still unread they chant refrain mantra bred rabid rabble inflame decay peal mock alarms in disarray paint rant in shades of purulent grey breeding vipers able to slay party lines made me sick venom fomented from every prick poison struck acting quick wounds fester in politic lesions dressed in Oleander ooze toxin poised to pander infected by casual candor amplifies targeted slander headstrong, at school I played danced the dance and portrayed sang the songs joined the throngs the left was right to right the wrongs truth died anonymously sacrificed ceremoniously falling prey to the knave buried deep in an unmarked grave snub the pundits chase them away jerk their chains hold them at bay once more and again today cast off the chains unlock the fray false flags majestically planted are true lies taken for granted straw men hanged and effigies burned a nation divided its citizens churned courts upheld justice succumbs and expelled “Those who cast ballots decide nothing those who count ballots decide everything.” - Josef Stalin silhouettes set against the moon marauding peril speaks to impending doom through the mist, visualize blood-red blazing vacant eyes muscled henchmen, a Trojan horse well-provisioned to run the course -- prowlers target withering prey actors draped in shades of grey brandishing scythe blade and sheath with hammer and sickle concealed beneath cloaked in a promise and veiled deceit the weak seek asylum in favored retreat Quislings count the fallen heads of wanton walking scurrilous dead while wagons shadow and assassins ride accommodating the cowards that hide seeded slurs have demonized principles a country crystallized free speech and the Bill of Rights pay the price of appetites to satiate carnal greed with the need to watch others bleed henchmen ride the roads once more perhaps this time to my front door should I allow and let him in embrace sit down and dine with him or capitulate with blinded eyes to all the founders theorized shall I prize their lives to live knowing so little that I can give to draw breath for another day missing not what slips away I sanctioned them to do their job too messy was their rule by mob my hands are clean, I’m satisfied they passed the rules I ratified
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