The Jackboot Crunch

By Lynn Ockersz

It may seem to many, at first blush,

That the price is paid only by Scribes,

By being quizzed long and harsh,

In dank cells where IRCs huddle with rats,

For doing a fine job on blood-draining scams,

But here’s the point for citizens of the land;

It’s your rights that are on the firing line,

Through these acts of muzzling Scribes;

Responsible journalism in the imperiled Isle,

Continues on a jolting and hazardous track;

So, let not your right to know the truth,

By servile Jackboots be crushed underfoot.