. I, Satan, Now Will Have Your Dream You'll be no longer citizens, by my decrees declared. Get used to being residents (assuming you are spared by forces of invasion massed already here and more in numbers soon to be the crush through widely opened door ignoring trampled sovereignty abandoned in repose and laying waste to liberty secured by those who chose to risk, forever, normal lives to light the beacon beam I here and now extinguish as the devil's due I deem). Rebuilt, your new America is rich or is deprived where power reigns as absolute by fear from which derived that takes from you your dignity left speechless and forlorn where I'm the insurrection and the tyranny reborn that I have sworn will never fail as borderless regime that steals from deep within your soul what God has sown as dream. . . Christopher Flint is an American poet still alive in the twilight of a former corporate drudge and self-employed servant.