General Discussion

We warned that the law was asleep,
While Garland his calm tried to keep.
He dragged both his heels,
Ignored what appeals,
And buried the truth far too deep.

Reporters have written, "Take heed!
He stalled when the nation had need."
Obstruction was plain,
From foot-dragging strain—
A justice delayed, yes indeed.

A prosecutor spoke on TV,
Explaining the law’s gravity.
But Garland took fright,
Declared it not right—
“Sanction that lawyer!” said he.

His method, “from bottom to top,”
Was cover for making things stop.
When push came to shove,
He rose not above—
The probe hit a bureaucrat’s drop.

When Cassidy told what she knew,
Old Merrick was caught with no clue.
He’d heard not a word,
Till her story was heard—
A shock that was long overdue.

Lisa Monaco, steady and prim,
Was cut from that same cautious trim.
Each “wait” and “review”
Let chaos accrue—
Their vigor was frighteningly slim.

Leonnig said, “Please, let them talk!
Jack Smith knows the proof they still block.
For crimes of such scope,
There’s no room for hope,
While Garland stays chained to his clock.”

From Egypt came millions, it’s said,
Yet Garland turned down the thread.
Too careful, too late,
Too bound by the gate—
Justice lay silent, half-dead.

We spoke, and they called us untrue,
For saying what Garland would do.
But now with this book,
Just give it a look—
The warnings? They all have come through.

The lovers of Garland still yell,
But facts have a story to tell.
“Injustice” they wrote—
A stinging footnote—
On justice that stumbled and fell.