objectionable worldA Poem by Iain Lewisan angry mans comment on the chipping away of our perieved freedom
The cry rang out, objection your honour. Surprised it was the accused not his lawyer. In good conscience sir, I object. I object to your laws, barbaric at best. I object to this mockery, being put through your tests. I object to the judges, paedophilic sex pests. You and your peers, criminalized my generation. The prohibition of harmless recreation. Congregating with friends, Caused you, such offence. So if there’s more than five, it’s loitering with intent. Intent of what ? Having fun ? Christ you’ve even banned the smoke from my lungs ! Now we’re monitored in such pervasive ways. Our information held on database. Phone calls tapped, watched by camera every day. You’ll tell us next. For our own good, I’m sure you’ll say “we just need samples of everyone’s D.N.A” Well f**k that. No way! I object to our freedom being constantly chipped away. I object to your rhetoric, of how we’re so unsafe. I object to your manipulation, your twisting of the truth. I don’t believe your spin, I want to see proof ? In good conscience sir, I object.
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2008 AuthorIain Lewisglasgow, ScotlandAboutMy writing is an attempt to release the truth of my world from an overly analytic mind. Too many of my experiences have been rationalled into banality. Science and logic are wonderful pillars of hum.. more..Writing
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