Accusations

These days everything needs to be "politically correct"

The words of the world

Hide and strain to fade,

But never are forgotten

And told and retold

Under twisted sentences

By feeble minds.



A bird isn’t a bird anymore;

We mustn’t offend.

Keep your arms by your side

And your eyes down low;

You may look at someone

And be accused a bigot.



Kiss the classics adieu. Farewell

To the life we thought we could

Do.

But don’t,

Or you’ll be accused

For not meeting the status quo.



A mind too narrow is shunned by the new;

A mind too wide is cast away too.

With no equilibrium apparent in sight,

We echo alone and close our eyes tight.