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Patriot's Prayer
(Sonnet)
If I should disappear, think this of me:
That there's some agency in government
That wanted to arrest me. There shall be
In that foul act a fouler yet intent,
That not content to wreck the Constitution,
The Bill of Rights our Founding Fathers lent,
The powers-that-be chose one final solution:
The universal silence of dissent.
And think, this land, all goodness shed away,
Harbors a man the prophets warned about.
In white-washed garb, with Patriot Act in play,
He nurses evil under veil devout.
This man of lawlessness,
preacher of hate,
Has made America his fascist state.
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