Dear Friends,
As Ukraine fights a now unwinnable war,
600,000 dead and the globalists want more,
Elites thirsting for blood,
Boys face down in mud,
And a nuclear exchange could be next in store.
At the polling place read the instruction,
They are in languages not of our nation,
Helping foreigners to vote,
Another thing to note,
Election’s are theater is the communication.
There once was a man certain he was right,
Willing at a moment’s notice to engage in fight,
He said with face long,
I’m just never wrong,
And in proving it he accidentally set himself alight.
How to reign in corruption and such,
When the elite are so out of touch,
The elite think it’s bats,
You needn’t the bureaucrats,
If your government doesn’t do as much.
If the people are sovereign truly,
We shall not be burdened by law unduly,
A jury can thaw,
Usurpation by law,
Until judges take it away rudely.
Democrats can’t count the votes on election night,
To do so would be unfair and would start a fight,
So they’ll wait and see,
How many votes they need,
To get their candidate to the highest height.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
