Where would we be
Without a bit of
Healthy skepticism
In a world
Where fabricated news
Aims to grab
Your attention
Like an extension
I draw the line
Anytime
Identity politics
Is mentioned
Teachers
“Educate”
Our children
While
Adults nowadays are
Glued to the television
You’d think
Class was now in session
They must be pretending
Who believes
The screen?
You want them
To.tell.the.vision?
I rather live blindly
Cut out my eyes
Make a quick incision
At least my thoughts
Are free
I’ll never be imprisoned
Everyday
I make it
My personal mission
Keep the mind sharp
It’s a weapon
Today
Feels similar
To living
In Socialism
Not every thought
Is guaranteed
Point me in the direction
Of all who are threatened
By freedom of speech
Every platform would cease
To exist
If we bow down to those
We offend
You can’t please them all
Didn’t we learn that as kids?
I admit
I took it literally
Anytime my parents
Lectured me
It all makes sense
The way I blossomed
From the seed
Tumbled into existence
Where growth is
Labeled as
Greed
In a country
Where I personally
Reaped
The opportunities
I hail
The powers
That be
Hard work
Diligence
Integrity
All values
Instilled in me
Still.
They tell me don’t speak
Keep quiet
I’ll never be silenced.
Dez Sevena