Limit Speech; Limit Think
A gentle whisper was to be herd
no one heard the progressive sing.
Single mouths came to yearn
rules of no relevancy of identity.
Now we, those who speak and write,
must fall to the demands of the minority.
And we, now we scream and fight,
to the newest form of tyranny.
If this continues into the future,
only threats will come to rise.
However, fight and don't be neutered.
Don't be subject to a faulty state of mind.
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