A Patriot Act
Oh, dear vacuous soul of steel and blue
Your eyes grasp hard and do not yield
A presence statuesque yet wavering still
A silent shriek masked in careful poise
Oh, silly child of yesteryear's prince
Your life is made up of simple facades
A martyr for the impending crisis
A pretend dictator of toy soldiers
Oh, darling child of the revolution
Oh, misguided soul, marionette king
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