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The ancient idol on the island of Rhodes
Stood grimly astride the strait.
But here we suffer a colossus of toads,
Our country to desecrate.
Salvage my soiled nation – long …..uncleaned,
Proudly in thrall to sin and war.
Release her from the postmodern fiend.
Let her radiance shine once more
By Robert Struble, Jr.