A House Divided

it is addressed thusly:

An imprecation.
it reads:
A sad day, where blood is wasted
Men who could face evil are instead
Puppets; swung about by the head
A phylactery of offense is pasted
The long thorns the carotid piece
And but for show are they fierce;
The bull, though now full-hated
In his fight is honored in that lot
Not being a creature of thought
And in his glory is well-sated;
Men are still slaves. But perfectly
Because they believe they are free.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
baton rouge slaughter

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