Sonnet to the Scapegoat
O man of stature and integrity,
A beacon in the fog of government,
Our only hope for truth and sanity,
Which your superiors oft circumvent,
'Twas at your captain's pleasure that you served,
Although he sailed our ship into a storm.
You stated, answered questions, and observed
Your former colleagues racing to inform.
And that which stretched your soul* is not the cause
Of your departure, or at least you claim.
Although it must have made you think and pause,
And made your point of view not quite the same.
We all shall miss you, Tony Snow, indeed.
And wish you all the best to come. Godspeed.
* "In many cases, a bout with sickness stretches your soul, opens your eyes, and introduces you to a world of unimagined grandeur, possibility and joy." - Tony Snow, May 6, 2005
2007-09-13
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