ON FREEDOMS LOST
On freedoms lost we dwell, unease,
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reality is rare disease
our children suffer: End of play.
The threat of ‘terror’ some invent -
on freedom lost we dwell, unease,
who’ll circumvent blind government? -
reality is rare disease.
Habeus Corpus handcuffed lies
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ephemeris, Death severs ties
from which all suffer: End of play.
retourne written 15 January 2007
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Poem © Jonathan Robin On Freedoms Lost
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