We the people

We the people used to speak,

today we are so mild and meek,

we seem to walk in constant fear;

The End Is Nigh, or so we hear.

An end is but a new beginning

unless we see the bullies winning.

No more the real folk on the street;

the baton they were proud to meet.

To stand before that which is wrong

stood out loud in their proud song.

Today we cheer their murderous way

to our own defeat at end of day.

To stand alone and not be heard;

the silencing of freedom’s word.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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