Friday, March 13, 2009

Sorry Maggots

Illicit provocation meets reality in the end,
As rancid butter rises to clog the sewage pools.
So too the lie, told with malice by elite fools,
Will destroy the person they are trying to defend.

The liberal heart needs to fear what’s true,
When the results they cannot comprehend.
So too, their thoughtless elation has no end:
As they seek their comfort in their social view.

The destruction of our freedom bought
By soldiers on the battlefield,
Will in two years be revealed,
And all the sorry maggots will be naught.

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