My enemy my friend by Ivan Donn Carswell
My enemy my friend whom I know without compromise, when I listened to the deconstructions avowed of you as your brand of pernicious lies I was ashamed. I know where you situate in matters that joined us in vigorous hand to hand (and at times bloody) debate, I know where you opposed my belated philosophies you would stand as firmly of the same belief as I that they needed to be uttered freely. But you never said those things you are unjustly accused of by the makers of plastic peace, you only claimed they could be said in a free and democratic state. And in a few hysterical moments your worthy sentiments were crushed by the heel of the much vaunted principles you said would take your noble life in denying the freedom to oppose them. © I.D. Carswell
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