Accusations

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.