You have senseless sensitivities
You make it hard to breathe
You confine with stifling conformity
In art you don-‘t believe
You-‘re morally indignant
Prone to zealous rage
Your writings on the wall
For expletives on the page
Making martyrs out of madmen
Heroes of the meek
It-‘s not part of a humans nature
The positive regard you seek
The shocking words we use
Reflects the horror of the world in which we live
With no chance to vent our anger
How can we begin to forget let alone forgive
Without freedom of expression
There is no freedom at all
You are blocking our creativity
And enslaving it behind a wall
Walls have no doors of perception
They-‘re dull and grey and blind
They only have one purpose
To entrap profanity in the mind
Yes I hate the bully
The racist also the fool
By banning their pearls of wisdom
You give undeserved credibility and cool
Now you censor poets
How long till burning books
Defacing art in galleries
Cause you fear the way it looks
Do you see yourselves as fascists
Or that you save us from ourselves
Do you think your moral interventions
Will quell the flames of hell
If you take a fence
Take the gate as well please
It seems unnecessarily absurd hanging there
Banging in the breeze