Got the urge to right a new poem. I call it, The Suppressed.


You look at me

You hate me


Here I stand

Poor to my name

As my voice sings

A song of freedom of speech

As my hands

Paint a picture of freedom of expression



You tell me to lean

Lean a certain way

That which offends

You must hate


Hate 

What I tell you to hate

Suppress

What I do not approve of

Mock

What I tell you to mock


My political correctness

Is the only political correctness

Even

If in truth

It offends


It does not matter

Spread my cancel culture

Spread my infection

Spread my disease


Let them come

I say

Let them march

I shout

Let them bring a fight

I bellow


When cancel culture knocks

I shall reply

A simple reply


Go fuck yourself