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Assange in the Ministry of Love

Encased in inch-thick glass, Assange displayed; The plaque upon his cage reads "DISSIDENT;" The withered man in court is laid; Imprisoned corpse announcing precedent. To those "who hold these truths self-evident," Behold the Press awaiting punishment; To be delivered to your government, The Law so torn in wreckless brandishment. Abuse! And ursurpation! Tyrant! Swine! One Nation under God? Or under You? Your boot does stamp upon that dream of mine Believing "We the People" to be true. Reclaim Your soul! For God's sake free this man! Redeem the meaning of American.

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