by Barry Weinstein (c) November 1998

ONCE  WHILST UPON MY MERRY WAY,

            IN THE LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE 

AT PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS MY CHILD AND I PLAYED,

AT LIBERTY , TO RAISE CHILDREN, EACH VERY OWN, AWAY.

ALIVE WITH THESE RIGHTS, A PLANNED CONTEMPLATE,

YET A SUDDEN STORM EVIL, DID ENTER ONE DAY.

DIVORCE IN THE COURTS THOUGH NEEDED, WAS FEIGN,

THE TRUTH, OF BLACK ROBED ONES, AROSE THEN, A BANE.

THEY KIDNAP YOUNG CHILDREN,  AT THOUSANDS A DAY,

TORTURING BABES, MAKES THE BLACK ROBED ONES, GAY.

THE EMOTIONAL MEAT, THEY CONSUME, THEY'RE INSANE,

BABES EMOTIONAL BONES, THEY GNAW,  TO CAUSE PAIN.

MALEVOLENCE, FOR AMERICAS ' FATHERS, THEY CRAVE,

AYE EVIL, ANCIENT, ROBED EVIL, IN THEIR DARK EVIL CAVES.

        AMERICAS END, IS THUS PLANNED BY THESE KNAVES. (c)

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