The Final Trump [a poem]

8 Dec
The Final Trump, by Ray Daley.
 
America’s retractions,
Of Freedom in fractions,
Sounds unlikely to exist.
But if done so slow,
That the people don’t know,
Then no-one is likely to resist.
 
The End. (It’ll be here before you know it.)
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