
In a rare moment of inspiration ideas flow from my mind
Effortlessly into words and sentences they find
Themselves being arranged, and I have the urge
To cement them, let them coherently converge
On paper, so that my ideas with the world can be shared..
Suddenly I realize that unfortunately I’ve dared
To present my ideas on a controversial issue
My thoughts challenge the paradigm too..
I live in a free world, I have freedom of expression
Through my words I just want to share my impression
In the polarized, politicized, fractious world of today
I wonder if my opinion could invite harm in some way..
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Unfortunately, this is the world we live in now
That tolerance of artistic freedom does not allow
Where intolerance of a writer’s words can culminate
In a life threatening assault, propelled by hate..
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In this world, I wonder if I need to see
Over my shoulder before expressing myself freely
This is the zeitgeist-artistic freedom bleeds
At the altar of human intolerance indeed
That is such a sad truth but looking over one’s shoulder seems to be needed in order to be safe. Or the notion to be safe. Same thing, right?
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It’s sad indeed
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