Before the Days of Censorship
Before the days of censorship,
I longed to be heard,
no one to keep my secrets safe,
not a single word-
Everything was out in the open,
no voice was silent,
back during the days of yore,
before debates were violent.
So many times of edgy speeches
were allowed and occurred.
When activists were able
to speak their mind,
now such honesty is so darn
hard to find-
Can we not speak what
we feel is our belief?
Now we all have to keep quiet
without true relief.
Our articulation gone missing,
we are hushed and confined.
When did it start, being on the
verge of placid moments?
Now we must be careful and
drown in apologies and atonement-
I remember when I could use my
pen to write with reality,
now there are judgments
claiming unauthenticity.
It used to be we could verbalize
ourselves with condonement.
To be honest there is not much
freedom to vocalize,
so many people lost in this world,
with offence in their eyes-
I do not blame those who try to
reach out and speak with accuracy,
we must be able to say the
facts with sincere veracity.
This suppression is depressing,
when will they realize?
Nowadays this world seems
to be so insane and hazy,
people live lives of foolishness
and are lazy-
We are not able to express
ourselves with candid conversation,
only bringing an obnoxious
and repugnant civilization.
If only we could communicate with truth,
instead of being crazy.
Ground Edges Poetry Contest
September 29, 2017
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