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Speaker

Speaker, speaker I'm listening...

You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover of the Muscovite
Three foreign aid bills, thanks to you and Democrats!
Aid to Orient’s Formosa!
Aid to Eastern Europe!
Aid to Middle East!
Unwavering commitments 
A revelation at the least
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
Listen to their screams and let them feast
They need YOU!  by their side
Foreign war package they say does nothing for America,
Yet …it bolsters our reputation and saves our souls!  
Keeps our sons and daughters home, out of harms way  

Speaker, speaker Oyez! Oyez!                                                                
Now women need your help with rights of the Miranda

                …---...SOS …---...

This will unfold, as I shall explain,
Again and again, more propaganda
There is a time for trifle idling, 
there’s always time to dilly dally
With hard won rights now unbridling
But as for now, for our rights we rally
Crucial help for those will finally arrive
Good folks, unlike the Copperheads of yesteryear,
Or the Doughfaces, who let it happen, no ego here just strive
Women don’t live in fear!

Speaker, speaker I’m listening...

First and fourth amendment, 1864 
Gone now, it isn’t anymore
Criminalizing women
Criminalize their travel
Pull over and pee on the strip!
Cops shall ask you for a pregnancy test
Ill fated, before you even begin your trip
Soon you’ll be stopped from your life’s zest

God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
And for women’s automony

A unsettling Ad just viewed
Young women pulled over
Not an exaggeration 

Speaker, speaker, I’m listening… 

Your own want you gone,
Because to the other side you compromise and fawn,
All is music in God’s saintly ears?

You did good as statesmen should, risking all
I quote you now when you say,
“Let the chips fall where they may”



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