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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required By Then It Be To Late By Roy Merritt I suppose it isn’t just people subject to intoxication If your citizens all taking toxins apt be your nation How eager a man be to martyr himself for a fool How easy he lose his morals how easy he be cruel It could never happen here that’s what I read At least that’s what the title of Lewis’s book said But indeed it did a huckster came to power And led the nation from its principals turned them bitter, sour H. L. Mencken said it best his words befitting of the times His opinion of the common man how Mencken him defined Democracy but a theory the common know his desire And deserve it good and hard and never to retire For no man ever went broke that underestimate The taste of the average man his wont of crude debate And though full of Puritan lust a fear haunts him long That some be enjoying his life, family, love and home Of course they not his words I merely paraphrase But I think Mencken excuse me if he about these days Give me some courtesy the benefit of the doubt I essentially said the same thing he was on about So lets see what we’ve got after four years of deception Whether we sober up and develop some true perception Whether we like many nations recent, in the past And succumbed to tyranny fall victim to bombast Many in times of pain when in depths of despair Will fall for a fool's words and follow him anywhere Will follow everywhere follow him to their doom Will follow a lunatic who promise to end their gloom They’ll follow him down the road follow to the abyss And none along the way realize something be amiss We love our leader they declare as poison they imbibe And drink they will like Socrates the potion of suicide Oh this hemlock simply fine it does me persuade And I’ll enjoy every drop of it even unto the grave But once beneath the ground and he has sealed his fate He has no chance to recover his senses by then it be to late
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