By Andrew R. Duckworth
My, my, have the stakes never been so high,
They say with a little gleam in their eye,
Pointing at others who dare to defy
A mandate so egregious freedom flies
Off to another shore and other skies.
They point their twisted finger straight at you
Because you’ve taken other points of view,
The views that call to question what they do,
And when they grit their teeth and stumble through
Their babbling words of blame and endless greed
Make your voice be heard and you will succeed.