Discard Your Swaddling Clothes Poem by William Graham

Discard Your Swaddling Clothes



The state swaddles dissenters in Old Glory,
Hoping for silent submission and docility.
If we squeal a contrary thought,
We are labeled an unpatriotic lot.
The brave discard their swaddling clothes;
Free speech is the only threat they pose.
If an opposing position you find;
Do not fear—let it move your mind.

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