My Words Are Under Fire

My words are under fire by the PC police for hire the outcome appears dire as the stakes keep gettin’ higher so I write with tongue in cheek daring them to take a peek and in reading loudly shriek we must stop him – he’s a freak. So the game of words progresses in a quagmire of word messes before magistrates in dresses an inquisitor confesses that the words are but a token it’s the idea that they’re spoken and our PC rules are broken from the doldrums they have woken. As their fire licks the pages listen to the flaming sages burning in their PC cages cursing censorships dark phases first its promise to empower those held hostage in the tower so that now they can devour the soul of each wildflower. So beware their flaming curse as they plunder rhyme and verse and the muse slowly coerce with virtue’s piety perverse. ©9/12/2018 for – Playing With Words Under Fire Poetry Contest