by Nick Gisburne
How small it seems, the list of lawful thought
Diminished as more sanctions are defined
The freedoms, forms of speech for which we fought
Are caged as we incarcerate the mind
The lowest, least controversy is banned
To shelter the neuroses of the weak
Allusion, nuance, banished by the bland
A blinkered state, too scared to let us speak
The world becomes a silent, empty space
Suppressed and smothered, sterilised by rules
When discord is too deadly to embrace
What lingers are the worthless words of fools
With every point of view denounced as hate
The ignorant, at last, can celebrate
