Anonymous ID: 856d61 April 30, 2020, 11:29 p.m. No.8984767   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4769 >>4779

Today in Kitty News

Kitty Potus has blood on hands!

Kitty Potus bad bad says all MSM kitties!

Kitty Potus is orange!

Kitty Flynn bad because bad!

Kitty Flynn win but lose soon bad!

Kitty Durham bad will fail bad!

Kitty Scavino bad and lazy bad!

meow…

 

>>8984698

I want anons to be informed is all…

Normies will not be turned but only infuriated by our presence but you do you anon. I support all efforts to disrupt the flow of disinfo.

>>8984737

totally kek

>>8984748

dis anon woke

Anonymous ID: 856d61 April 30, 2020, 11:51 p.m. No.8984865   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4932

>>8984831

dunno but this is interesting…

 

But you, Thomas Jefferson,

You could not lie so still,

You could not bear the weight of stone

On the quiet hill,

 

You could not keep your green grown peace

Nor hold your folded hand

If you could see your new world now,

Your new sweet land.

 

There was a time, Tom Jefferson,

When freedom made free men.

The new found earth and the new freed mind

Were brothers then.

 

There was a time when tyrants feared

The new world of the free.

Now freedom is afraid and shrieks

At tyranny.

 

Words have not changed their sense so soon

Nor tyranny grown new.

The truths you held, Tom Jefferson,

Will still hold true.

 

What’s changed is freedom in this age.

What great men dared to choose

Small men now dare neither win

Nor lose.

 

Freedom, when men fear freedom’s use

But love its useful name,

Has cause and cause enough for fear

And cause for shame.

 

We fought a war in freedom’s name

And won it in our own.

We fought to free a world and raised

A wall of stone.

 

Your countrymen who could have built

The hill fires of the free

To set the dry world all ablaze

With liberty –

 

To burn the brutal thorn in Spain

Of bigotry and hate

And the dead lie and the brittle weed

Beyond the Plate:

 

Who could have heaped the bloody straw,

The dung of time, to light

The Danube in a sudden flame

Of hope by night –

 

Your countrymen who could have hurled

Their freedom like a brand

Have cupped it to a candle spark

In a frightened hand.

 

Freedom that was a thing to use

They’ve made a thing to save

And staked it in and fenced it round

Like a dead man’s grave.

 

copyright: 1948 Archibald MacLeish

1948 1984