Words held captive
Guilty of all we do
Yet thoughts are orphans
Sitting in cages like animals being abused.

Days of speaking in riddle
And writing in rhyme
Are now handed over
To some clown dressed as a mym.

Language and words are a thing of the past
Only to be used as a flaw in our law
To be used as a pass.

Words no more
Actions of ******
Morals beaten, twisted and chained
Treated as a freak show
Looked upon as weak and insane.