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Jan 2021
Vandals, Franks, and Gauls
from the far corners and
recesses of the Republic
that they understand darkly,
marching on orders from
a rogue emperor about to
be banished to warmer
climes and crimes not
charged with but waiting  
to be filed as they crash
through the windows
and doors of the Capitol
on a cloudy January day,
looking to hang those they
believe have deserted the
cause of keeping the infant
king on his throne where
he can spew his venom and
rage against America’s promise
that hard work and those
who work hard will have
a shot at a happy existence
and a piece of the American
Dream and traitors will be
tried, conspirators found
out, and leaders who
commit sedition will be
prosecuted to the full
extent of the law.
Written by
Martin H Levinson
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