Secret Service Agents Forced Out - Poem by Luke Easter
Several Secret Service Agents are embroiled in a sex scandal,
That agency is desperately trying to figure out how to handle,
The embarrassment to President Obama & the United States,
What happened to PFC Levena Lynn Johnson is not a disgrace?
So, while no one was killed and/or assaulted or even set on fire,
These ladies of the evening are in a profession for men to hire,
However, while an Army soldier's job is to protect and serve,
To be violated by America is no big deal, that's a lot of nerve.
Plenty of talk, days on end and the government is acting swift,
Because of a discrepancy over an amount of the monetary gift,
Levena was only offered a deadly beating, as there was no pay,
Special Agents are being forced out while murderers walk away?
I use the plural whereas the cover-up had to be by more than one,
And it certainly wasn't by enlisted personnel to get the job done,
Officers, contract supervisors, had to be those with serious juice,
To allow the guilty parties to escape the ramifications of a noose.
As for the President Obama he was still thousands of miles away,
Just like he & every other politician is for Levena Johnson today,
Sen. Chuck Grassley, "3 agents leaving is positive development, "
But not 1 word about the death of the girl who is purely innocent.
Two agents were serviced, $30 is not enough eventually $225 is paid,
After the woman contacted local officials, Johnson's still in her grave,
Secret Service's, "Office of Professional Responsibility" has stepped in,
When in the heck is an agency going to do the same for Levena Lynn?
Military officials have stated culprits also include five Army Green Berets,
2 Navy guys, couple of Marines,1 Airman, investigation's still under way,
To avoid a conflict of interest everything should be turned over to the GSA,
And especially in Levena's case since they could do no worse than the DOJ.
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