Dear Friends,
Outrage you’re not allowed to feel,
Though the crimes are very real,
The narrative you see,
To distract you and me,
From acting before our fate is sealed.
The bastard child of globalists and the CIA,
Doing their evil bidding each and every day,
Censorship and lies,
Are its cheap disguise,
Through the Trojan Horse of Google the elite do get their way.
The courts spent centuries building up trust,
Now their arbitrary rulings have made it a bust,
The governor’s harrumph,
It was only about Trump,
As the world watches with utter disgust.
There once was a politico name Haley,
Her politics and persona are a bit scaly,
Kinda reptile,
A toothy smile,
And her supporters wave so very gayly.
Living in an epic land of lies,
The people the elite despise,
Fill the bus,
Replace us,
It’s called ethnic cleansing but in disguise.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
