Unlawful
Guilty on all counts?
Raise the sickle and hammer.
Imprison the fighting patriot,
While the vile mumble and stammer.
Work, so you can be rich?
Your money you no longer own.
You'll own.nothing, be nothing,. Happy?
Maybe if you turn into stone.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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