"The fox in the hen house" by Quaker City night hawks
There is an expression "when the chickens come home to roost" and our current pandemic is revealing these raw truths. Did we let a rooster in the hen house? Did he keep us safe? Does his presence keep us vulnerable and on our nerves grate? Perhaps we "let a fox guard the hen house", a more likely situation, and we now stand by witnessing while he brings down this great nation.
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