They are selling the milk far too cheap!”
So blusters the ruddy-faced creep.
“And it isn’t our fault!”
‘It’s entirely yours, dolt!
As you sow, stupid, so shall you reap.’
She knows the suffering of war too well.
The blast of bombs she managed to survive
And safety reach, and so her story tell.
Thank Providence that she escaped alive
And for her work – untiring does she strive
To free those whom the powerful ignore;
Those whom the evil legions would deprive
Of life, by their relentless holy war.
Her eyes have witnessed killing, seen the gore.
She bears the scars of wounds inflicted there.
Reminders of that day when shrapnel tore
Her flesh, but still her enemies she’d dare
To stop her, as she seeks to spread the light:
Tell all who value freedom – they must fight.
How sensitive now people are,
‘Tis easy to offend;
Free speech has gone a mite too far,
Those on the left contend.
They say no longer speak your mind,
(‘Less it agrees with theirs)
Make papers only print what’s kind,
Stop anyone who dares
To put contentious points of view
That question what’s accepted;
These sacred cows one can’t review,
All such critiques rejected.
The aim I think is crystal clear
As these fanatics preach,
Their goal a State that all should fear:
A State that bans free speech.
Copyright © Dennis N. O’Brien, 2012