CensorshipA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
Censorship is on the stove
It’s what’s for dinner It’s cooking; It rattles the pot. It steams Until the water boils off And blackens the kettle Blacker than it was, Charring free speech. © 2018 Maxwell Ryder |
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Added on January 25, 2018 Last Updated on January 25, 2018 Author
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