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Time Was II
Once I was a pacifist, I was an objector.
A campaigning reformer, I was a protester.
Now I’m a radical extremist and snowflake moaner.
Mob rule wokeist, another social-justice warrior.
Someone who’s made their point but won’t shut up.
Prepared to tear society apart, a loon, and a zealot.
An agitator and disrupter, someone who must be reined in.
A danger ...
Monday 11th March 2024 4:51 pm
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