CorrectnessA Poem by MarkOnce it was about religion. Today it's about political rightness.
In those dark days of correctness
Birthed dirty and blood covered from the Puritanical kings and queens of yesterday's thought controllers Ye cannot conceive of where, let alone to leave It is with us, and you agins' We will tell you what you can say Or we will put you away. Hold down the armour and pierce the front lobes with our songs sad and vengeful For we are the keepers of rightness the political darkness you are not allowed to light The fervent pointers at all we say is wrong and phobic. You will follow what we define as the light or be shamed to oblivion in the names only we are allowed to use. © 2019 MarkFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on December 16, 2019 Last Updated on December 16, 2019 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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