#5 – Censor This
I love it when the censors get together, and request for- many words (they think would be best) torn and robbed right from under me.
To without right give work new meaning, simply to cater to kids they are breeding (with creativity all but seething) to be blind and ultimately unfree.
Don’t they see that we get power from the words and images they devour, and end up all but farther from the goals that they seek?
In fact, I challenge you to scour all this world for flowers who cannot help but cower under the counter-pollination of this poison bee.
They slowly have been weening our uniqueness to where I’m bleeding, face down in lines over which they’re leaning to strip our kids of voice and glee.
But for them, I see the best- and believe they’ll save the rest, (better than I could ever) and therein I shall nest: a world inherited by the meek.
~Ramblings of a Crazy Man, #5 (Censor This)
