Sonnet 9
A citizen of state and country sir
My words have seemed to print a haenous sculpture
Somehow thy cabinet wishes to stir
My work a threat on citizens to rupture
What guilt doth thee believe that I have writ
To clean the minds of men with skin of mine
Informing them with pride to light their wit
Perceived by thee treason of ghastly fine
How dare thy handcuff flesh that fought thy war
And sentence me imprisonment the same
Shall I confess liberty is a whore
Thus I a pawn inside the "Shepards" game
Thou hath freedom, and with thy freedom mold
Yet thee of lesser God's doth freedom scold
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