Julian Assange, Aussie, we arraign you
for taking our First Amendment to heart:
“Congress shall make no law. . .abridging
the freedom of speech” we have writ;
but that was when we were the “land of the free
and the home of the brave.”
That starry-eyed time is long past;
since then, as befits an imperial power,
we set ourselves the goal to enslave
regions and regimes that would not
play the part that would befit
vassals to our military-christian destiny.
You thought that since we laud
your over-zealous counterparts
in a China or a Mynamar,
jailed by authoritarian juntas,
and facilitate for them the Nobel prize,
you could do the same in democratic disguise,
allowing no room for hypocrisy,
and, playing god,
use our hidden truths to tar
our resplendent diplomacy.
More fool you; our posse
will pursue and hunt you down.
Hide where you will, you clown,
we will get you still.
Free is free till you play our tune;
step out of line, and you will soon
find we are the same
as those in Beijing or Rangoon.
And if the Russians want the Nobel
for you, as we did for the other two,
we will raise a merry hell
far more fatal
than anything they could do.
You mistake much when you think
that our Constitutional forefathers
would shamefacedly blink
at our procedures.
Look up the Philadelphia papers
and you will know that from the first
our professions were wisely studded with capers.
We allowed to ourselves as Protestant whites
privileges that puissant kites
alone have from Nature
over every lesser, crawling creature.
Such is meant to be the presiding feature
of our place on the hill;
those that pull us down we kill.