“I have read a fiery gospel
writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
’As ye deal with my contemners,
So with you my grace shall deal;’ ”
~ The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Through Green-colored Glass
America’s enemies are fried,
cold-war commies
served sizzling to a frenzied public
fed on fear of wild pinko Russians,
liberals enmeshed in treason,
worse than
(whisper) murder;
spies trading kisses, songs, atomic secrets...
The treachery of they who dared to love
amidst betrayal of our ‘cause of freedom’
begged condemnation
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