Like the rain that falls on my parade
Unapologetic I remain
Shining a light on hearts I disdain
A quill and ink they disregard
I, a centurion willingly stand guard
Over freedoms they readily discard
While the doctors spin a distracting tale
I, a centurion rush to cast the veil
Exposing the well-worn money trail.
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