I am writing this perfectly sober, <br />in the land of the proud and the free, <br />they will come for you late in October <br />if you're smart it is time now to flee. <br /> <br />They will jab you against your volition <br />while pretending to guard all your rights, <br />like the devil himself on a mission <br />and with dollars and cents in their sights. <br /> <br />Those who fall for the bearers of stuff <br />that's enriched with the agent squalene, <br />and quicksilver to smooth out the rough <br />it's a new and untested vaccine. <br /> <br />Now the flu, whether porker or chicken <br />is a harmless light illness for most, <br />but the plot has commenced now to thicken <br />they will cover from mountain to coast. <br /> <br />You will fight without hope against guns, <br />for the land of the proud and the free <br />now behaves like the Reich of the Huns <br />and the end is a fait accompli.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warning-10/
