Poem

what if these vaccines were merely poison
and these books were merely lies
imposed upon a child without heroes
we desperately attempt to contrive
searching for parallels which are similar
they sinisterly use to divide
with the addition of such misfortune
our problems only multiply
you see…
fear is the widow of hope
was once afraid to die
but freedom is without a widow…
so rise!

Charles Garrison
DOC #A496360