RightsA Poem by BrannonThe sabers are rattling , the mans at the door looking through the window with a wild look in his eyes, ready to go As the forth amendment, crawls out the bathroom window the first sits on the flat screen TV and lies through his shiny white teeth And the Second walks out the door. As the neighbors laugh and roll around on the floor and they are begging to see more How unorthodox do we keep score? As we police the police of the world to a point of horror And we celebrate elaborately the 4th As a day when, we stopped injustice and law ruled Not Man or kings so it seemed, but not any more
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