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
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