we see those faces on the television screen
their voices calm or angry yet we're told they're wise
though when we judge their words they all are lies
we're compelled to take our places in the machine
and accept as honest what's really obscene
or else we'll be subjected to the spies
and though the odour rises to the skies
we're reassured that everything is clean
in hidden prisons we've punished weak men
who stand accused of crimes that in a court
would be dismissed with anger by a judge
but we're afraid that awful day will come again
and don't want at that time to be caught short
so from our insane choice we will not budge
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
04 February 2007
in the name of freedom
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