Article: The Terminal Stain that Grows in the West

Lately I've been feeling distinctly let down
And at our leaders distinctly do frown,
Our leaders, that is, who both make and tell news,
'Cause it's more and more clear that much is a ruse
To make us believe that we're in the right,
And other peoples show up argument-lite.
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Everything I see tells me Ukraine is a loss,
Having few troops left and a comic for boss,
Who keeps saying that if he just had more cash,
He'd turn things around and settle Russia's hash.
But it's clear that this Humpty's had a great fall,
And his staff now wants him up against wall.
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Yet he's a true Churchill, the anchorman purrs,
And in Congress from this no one demurs,
Since the fight for freedom is sacred as heck,
Until it's Palestinians to whom it does beck',
Then, well, there's freedom and freedom-two-point-oh:
Where one man's apartheid is another's stat' quo.
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There's what I can see and what's served from sat' dish,
Like when we bomb Yemen without least permish:
Congress's or the U.N.'s or any with say
In what's the right measure or true legal way,
For the rules-based order quite flexible seems,
Tight fit to the curves of neocon dreams.
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Flexible too is what's true v. what's fit
To print, tell or show without shan hitting fit.
Yes, the truth and the law have gone down the drain,
Leaving the republic with terminal stain,
That'll only grow and become fear and doubt,
'Cause once it gets going you can't wash it out.