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
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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