Tag: poem

‘Twas the night before votingAnd all through the land,The statists were plottingTo give tyrants a hand. They picked out their colorsAnd weapons of war.All ready for battleWith its glory and gore. The fight would be bloody,Of that there’s no doubt.The spending was crazy—A record amount! Opinions were sharpened,Condemnations unfurled.“What? You’re not voting?”“You’re destroying the world!” …