Treason Poem by John I Nash

Treason always comes with a smile, but it is still vile.

No reason in this season to hide the truth, Let it be told this man is your enemy who has sowed the seeds of deceit among his fellow Americans and their allies.

Do not falsely glorify this man with a smile, as it will be your undoing. Hang him high on the tree of despicability.

Imprison him as though he killed your children surely he has, as someone has died this day because of him.