We are all, now
Fair Game
You are not going to get away
Shouting the truth from the rooftops
I am not going to escape
By keeping silent
He is wondering if he will make it
By running with the hares
And hunting with the hounds
But they want
Total compliance
Total acquiescence
Everyone has to be
With them
Or else
You must turn hunter
And shoot some
Poor sitting duck
And call it
Fair Game
Is that why
We see
Of late
So many
Turncoats?