The aged hand hath writ
a history restarted
full of goons and twits
who exploit the brokenhearted
The paper turns to dust
but the watchful ones remember
when our justice set to rust
and our quiet meant surrender
So spill forth with your words
Wail them if it warrants
so that change can now be culled
from these innundating torrents
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