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Jul 12
It'll be sixty year ago quite soon
that one idea sparked a million folk,
to pull together to put guys on the moon
such a feat could never be a joke,
as from that moon a human spoke
and a billion people listened  
to a message, from a static sparked croak,
and in many eyes, I bet, tears glistened...

And now, today, there's another idea  
to recruit one hundred thousand poll watchers,
under the guise of fair and free elections, here,
I must say fraud was bawled by the loser,
their loser status upheld by all court rulers  
but this time round they will try to twist all laws
guided by several of their chief law abusers,  
in aid of their, unholy, cause.

They'll tell any lie, ally with any gang
no price is too high life will be sacrificed,
powered by the GOP's most foulest man
where only total subjugation will suffice  
who's promised hell-on-earth not paradise  
a gangster and America's blight...
The moon landing, just a different generation?
Nah, sadly, at the mo' a completely different nation...
Rew
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