Unshackle My Verse- Forbidden Authority
The scene was set the moment we met as he guarded my
heart with verses of pleasure-
I’ll never forget the irrational threat banning poetry
beyond comprehensive measure.
Freedom bells rang and little birdies sang to the tune
he wrote like the whisper on an eagle-
But when injustice came the “Forbidden Authority”
proclaimed our poetry would no longer be legal.
They said too much inspiration would cause creation
to rise above the regal law withheld-
All the generations who put pencil to paper
would be institutionalized and immediately expelled.
It was no longer right to stay up all night
while time could be spent slaving in the field-
Poets were treated like waste and never could
taste the feeling of being truly healed.
Causing such haste the authorities
brought forth a fast-growing recession,
for no longer did poets have the freedom
of heartfelt expression.
How do we know this is to be true,
that this madness occurs in our universe?
See, my beloved escaped from the underground cave
who was caught intentionally writing me a verse.
He felt a love so deep and he just couldn’t sleep,
but the cameras caught him under his blanket-
A flashlight was held and he quietly tried to creep,
but he gave up and could no longer take it.
He was apprehended and people stared
while no one acted like they cared as they flew him
away in an invisible jet-
It just didn’t seem fair he was captured unaware
but he was never able to forget.
He was beaten and burned but he soon learned
how to break free from this awful institution-
He felt he earned the right to express concern,
and finally came up with a solution.
The moment he escaped and ran through the gate
and remembered the rules of the First Amendment,
so he wrote a long letter, but should’ve known better
that the “Forbidden Authority” owned the government!
He had broken the golden rule, for now he was a fool
who would be punished beyond comprehension-
He was made to sit on a stool and use a quilling tool
to imprint on parchment his wrongs with apprehension-
But he soon realized with tears in his eyes
what he was writing was really poetry in disguise.
See…they put curses on his verses…a then he wrote,
“Poetry is freedom of speech-
and dictated censorship is nothing but lies.”
UNSHACKLE MY VERSE
April 11, 2017
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2017
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