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We, the masses, to your speech of deceit and surging,
Do add this depressing defeat, your defeat, our shame.
We, to your god awful folly, pack up our freedoms end
And after this clang, the unfurling of our disenchantment
Of warring with terror and our terror with warring,
Find in your wanton flesh the venue for our resurrection.
"Twenty-thousand" rolls off your tongue as if it were nectar;
The sweet liquid of Greek god's and goddesses' everlasting,
Thus, above your rotting skull we’ve fired one over the bow
Landing two simple words of warning, “No more”,
And if you do not end your swaggering murderer's charade
Your hope shall rest only upon the swiftness of your escape.
Copyright © 2007 mrp / thepoetryman
Slate in motion
. Grading Bush's speech- video focus group rates the surge.
By Andy Bowers
Thursday, Jan. 11, 2007, at 7:48 PM ET
The Daily Show with Jon Stewart analyzes the speech
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