James Bredin (1933 / Ennis Canada)
I don’t understand all the Internet fuss about WikiLeaks,
While every journalist in town fills pages about techniques,
The establishment or someone is really upset out there,
Because someone else said or wrote what he/she thought was fair.
It was not politically correct enough for those who count,
Therefor it was a sin or a crime to be taken into account,
Was it espionage or democracy or was it just free speech?
As the debate rages on and on and will someone be impeached?
Who is the enemy these days and could it be ourselves?
Looking back from a mirror disguised as one of Santa’s elves,
You might think that the end of the world was coming very soon,
Tomorrow afternoon or at least before the next full moon.
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