They've taken my mouth

quick poem on freedom of speech.

They’ve taken my mouth
They’ve taken my hands
They’ve taken my hopes
They’ve taken my plans
They’ve taken my thoughts
They’ve taken my dreams
They’ve taken all difference
They’ve taken me.

I search for the path
Where my voice will be heard
Where its sound and its echoes
Won’t have to be slurred
But all that is left
Is the street of the dead
Although they survived
They will never be read
Because, in their pages
It’s easy to see
That they’re all the same
Not themselves, like they should be

Of course, there’s a second path
There, lined with grime
In which someone is someone
And not just a mime
In which someone is real
Genuine, true
But the Gov. doesn’t care
They haven’t a clue
How people feel
Without their expression
How people feel
Under all this suppression

And now we are mice
Wild rats, no one leading
All that we do
Is chew books without reading.

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

Nice flow, rhythm, and expression of opinion!