There once was a figure named Kent,
Whose sudden departure seemed bent
On protesting war,
Yet rumors galore
Said leaks were the cause of his vent.
The Bureau began to inquire,
If secrets hed dared to acquire,
And quietly spread,
Through channels unsaid,
Setting Washington chatter on fire.
Some whispered the timing was strange,
That power was flexed for political range,
With justice deployed,
At foes to be toyed,
And motives too murky to gauge.
A source said, He left in a rush,
But months we had watched him, hush-hush.
Hell claim its revenge,
A retaliate binge
But truth is, he fled from the crush.
Yet both things could equally stand,
A protest and probe close at hand,
He might disagree,
And still guilty be,
In a tangled, uncertain command.
Joe warned on a broadcast one night,
Theyll come to discredit meright?
The way that Ive gone,
Wont sit well for long,
Theyll answer my stand with a fight.
Meanwhile, the questions grew dire,
On threats and the march toward the fire,
When asked to be clear,
What danger was near,
The answers climbed higher and higher.
The president solely must choose
What threats we define or refuse,
Came testimony,
Vague as can be,
Leaving lawmakers openly confused.
One senator pushed back with force,
Said duty must follow its course,
To measure the threat
Is your job, and yet
Youre dodging the question, of course.
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