Edward Snowden Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Edward Snowden



I can not drive it home
you are not there to receive me.
The N.S.A.- C. I A.- drones over head
for years they have labored.
You will not let me have my own rights
why should I care about yours.
Whistle blower or snitch he tried to warn you.
Much more does he have to give over.
Patriotic or the narrow minded traitor.
He without the help of you, your sources gathered.
Bring him back if for no other reason.
The trojan horse has even more value to them.
One way streets travel two ways to some
it in time will be given.
Such are the eye's and the ears of a prophet
when all see the road less traveled.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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