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Justin A. Frank, M.D., is a clinical professor in the Department of Psychiatry at George Washington University Medical Center. Since 1980 he has been a teaching analyst at the Washington Psychoanalytic Institute. He is past president of the Greater Washington Chapter of Physicians for Social Responsibility. Dr. Frank lives and practices psychoanalysis in Washington, D.C.
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From heaven we look down upon your tongue
and ponder on past promises eclipsed,
as sycophantic aides you strut among
who hail your empty words and arrant quips.
For flowers were never strewn at our feet
and siren songs for us were never sung;
our mission met a deadlier drumbeat
as vaunted claims of conquest came unstrung.
Yet still you swagger, surly as you bleat,
propped by opulent puppeteers galore,
and fawning, fulsome phrases of deceit
come wafting from your acquiescent jaw.
Those words hang briefly in the air like chaff,
but your lies will rise as your epitaph.
20th January 2005