National Security Act of 1947 … a poem

National Security Act of 1947 … a poem

The What Now
of what they can’t tell us-
the They being the Powers That Be

see,..
We are all in, now
that alphabet soup 
of snoop and spy
and I got a guy who knows a gal who has a
pal at this or that Puzzle Palace that flaunts
their fancy decoder… Rings True!

Who Knew?

And New?

After a half century, the National Security State
is in domestic stalemate.

kremlin gremlins,
and you never had a clue?

Read Right, and Blue.

———-

and a little told ya so, right here

 

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