Freedom of the press reveals
The stress and duress
The politics of convicts
And the rest of congress
The Exec and execs
Running a full press
To address to the people
Nothing less
Than a fool’s hex
And it gets done without making
One confess
Where justice can smile
While the truth remains agile
Liberty suffers and will be defiled
But where she is blind
Truth will not decline
And be as alabaster
For where they’re entwined
And of sound mind
Freedom will serve no master
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