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'Bring 'em home alive, and now, '
fires liberal table pounder.
'Put the welfare slobs to work, '
the fat cat shoots to counter.
'It's corporate sloth that keeps us down, '
comes lefty's pat response.
'Stop whining! ' commands the righteous right,
'show gratitude for once.'
'Let's harness the sun, spare the critters
& hammer our swords to ploughshares.'
'We've mastered the atom, put fossils to work
& as for the arts, who cares? '
By the red-neck reckoning
Life's sacred from neo-conception
while blue-blood necro-libertine
begs further interpretation.
Chicken Hawks and Ostrich Doves
grown flightless on points to ponder
assuming the world's split red and blue
& capital to squander.
Cretan Maineiac
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