I haven’t written in months
Word’s fly off like moths
I’m seeking my filter
For words not fit to be heard
But my pen leaks
And my keyboard speaks
My temper peaks
And the world reaks
Putrid hate and spite
That everyone makes light
Cancel culture is rampant
And I can’t stand it
Why must I be silent
As the world falls to violence
To hell with your feelings
The world needs healing
The world is bleeding
The world needs kneading
Working and sculpting
Ideals preached in cult rings
Tell me about your politics
We don’t need to click
We don’t need to agree
I just want you to learn with me
Learn a difference of thoughts
Born from life’s different lots
Why silence my opinion
When our tolerance is this thin?
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