Monday, March 21, 2005

A Costoro Schiavo Non Sono

Pharyngula: Swarm the Media
Majikthise's Call for a Blogswarm

Gathered round a dreary bed,
See the living and the dead,
Both enslaved, I've heard it said,
Why not let them rest, instead?

What's the purpose of our lives?
Funding furs for rich men's wives?
Tell your Congressman, today
You pay tax; you want your say.

Write and tell your senator
There was not a civil war
So we could be traded for
Cash, distinction, fame, and power.


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