Liberalism…was shot last night
Ballot Box Bullets…on a cool autumn night
Drilled, Riddled…Dollar sized holes
Fired by angry…Imbecilic Trolls
He clenched in bleeding, dying hands
His two greatest treasures…his two gifts for man
Altruism and Compassion clenched between fingers
Now only Intolerance and Avarice linger
Why was he murdered?...What was his crime?
A man on a cross once…could answer that line
Now he lays on a slab…dreams oh so shattered
His body defiled…his legacy battered
Whilst up on the hill…in mansions of Gold
They scoff at his death…with insolence most bold
So, once more we’re turned over…to conniver, to schemer
Men of conscience oft’ die young…the fate of the dreamer
Conservativism…the rapacious twin…the bitter pill
Has once again bent… the fool to his will
Where it all ends…only God has in sight
Ballot Box Bullets…on a cool autumn night
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