censorship, truth, language, satire, poem, poetry

NEVERTHELESS

raid?
deconstruction?

we can argue about it:
fact remains
with raincoats and
torches

you forced your way
into my poem
in the middle
of the night

outside
no mob with
pitchforks but
a pyre nevertheless

what is to be burned?
I ask; you
do not bother
to grace
this question
with
an answer

of course, it is one
of the great questions
of all time

whose true answer
in this context,
this situation,
makes not much
difference

no
difference at all

we have
to protect you
it is our
legal right

our supreme duty
your sacred obligation
to allow
us to do what we
need to do
for you

hate speech
will hurt you horribly
break you, destroy
you
and so
a freedom
we cannot possibly allow

can’t let it
get to you, consume you

whatever it takes
to protect you

even if we have to
blow your brains out
at point blank range

these the lengths
we prepared to go
you
may thank us later

here’s the surprise
in this morass
of words
.
lies are truth
truth
is lies

every meaning
you woke up with
were
certain of

has been
re-defined

and the symbol of
your salvation

bent,
twisted

into new configuration