And Lies,
Of so many well known
‘Others’, that painfully
Want, our Country,
To stick!
It’s curious,
How language is used,
Especially by the Media
To win over and trick
When of Others,
They want to take over
Their Enterprise, as Prize.
As their lying chops
They lick!
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