Snowden, be not proud. Though some have mistaken thee
For brave or patriotic, thou art not so.
You have brought dishonor upon yourself.
You have sought to pierce the protective cyber-shield
Of this great nation. You have sought to destroy
That which prevents others from destroying us.
Your ego claims that you have the only answer and
That NSA must be crippled and damaged great
For the sake of your neurotic notion of privacy.
Look carefully in your mind upon the mental images
Of innocent people, good people,
Leaping from burning Towers to certain death
On New York streets. Those images should haunt you.
Look, too, at the images of young people, beautiful people,
Now in therapy from the Boston Bombing.
As they struggle and learn to use their artificial limbs,
They are the brave.
Then, know this and know it full well;
If a future event causes such death,
Destruction, mayhem and mutilation,
You are guilty. -- Just as guilty as if you had lit the fuse.
You are neither brave, nor a patriot.
You have betrayed and done grievous harm
To a nation that has been defended by generations
Of the brave and the patriots.
* * *
Snowden, maligned by Baker's tim'rous quill,
Hold high your head, and freely speak the truth.
Pusillanimous men rage, voices shrill,
While coveting your brav'ry and your youth.
They worship State, demanding that you kneel,
Claiming that they are truly, Patriots.
They fear the Fiend that, bravely, you reveal,
And they hate you, because you cower not.
Images of bloodied young they invoke,
And try to place that Sin upon your head,
Failing to see that, long before you spoke,
Were these victims maim'd, broken, bruis'd, and dead.
Government, as Parent, they all desire.
Security, not Freedom, they require.