The Department of Homeland (so-called) Security
Hath turned on mine own self,
A humble scribe of laws, sprung forth from Newton’s loins,
And biddeth me begone within seven suns.
O cruel twist! Must I now, like Romeo, flee my Verona?
The Department of Homeland (so-called) Security
Hath turned on mine own self,
A humble scribe of laws, sprung forth from Newton’s loins,
And biddeth me begone within seven suns.
O cruel twist! Must I now, like Romeo, flee my Verona?