The opportunity for us
To kick up dust and start a fuss
Has so decreased in recent years
It well might drive a cat to tears.
The more we say we honor others
And everybody must be brothers,
More rules are made to say we can’t
Say what we want, in play or rant.
We love the truth, but guard our words,
Walk meekly in submissive herds.
When honest discourse takes a fall”
We find we’re not diverse at all.
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