The powers that be have deemed
Me capable of action
Of which I have never dreamed,
Or worse, of thinking thoughts,
Which seem to them to have seemed
So reprehensible
That I should be tried in the courts
Of their minds and judged
According to their new laws
Invented on purpose to cause
Me, them to have broken,
Merely by having spoken.
And now I am guilty as charged
To the gleeful satisfaction,
Of those for whom recent history
Is entirely shrouded in mystery.
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