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They are the only army that will fight.
(The regulars have mostly gone to ground.)
The only soldiers who will stand for right β
Their shackled comrades dare not make a sound.
The regulars are silenced β gagged and bound,
Intimidated β forced down on their knees.
No more are they for bravery renowned;
They have their orders β run, retreat, appease.
They are the victims of the new disease β
They are afflicted by postmodern germs.
With heads bowed low, pale platitudes they wheeze.
But those whoβve served are free to state their terms:
They wonβt be silenced by the baying mobs.
Theyβll fight with words. (They donβt fear for their jobs.)
β D.N. OβBrien
