Ugly truth

The smoke of political correctness obscures ugly truth with the soot of fear

The face of questions that are not to be asked is chard by a dark fire

Truth and honesty now hidden from all those that would hear

Under a painted deceitful mask the disagreeable, now we admire

To save the tender we pretend not to see

Under its facade cancer spreads

Now not noticed, inoperable, we act as if it can not be

Afraid, like children we hide under covers in our beds

I can not believe

in a science based society

we practice to deceive

under the name of propriety

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

Fine writing. I'm a free speech absolutist myself, and sometimes wonder about the need to address the iniquities of the past and the contemporary landscape of modern day progressivism... anyways, good stuff!

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the review and supportive remarks. This poem was spawned out of another site deactivating some of my poems that they thought might be offensive to the politically correct. The question becomes who makes these decisions?

[John Sullivan]

There is a real need to address social issues, but today people have become so isolated and fearful of exposing themselves to other groups that progress is at risk of stalling. I think. The echo chamber is real. Glad I stopped by today