(1st full week of July 2020)

Shackles

All the art is trampled here
in nuances past their prime
all the passionate live in fear
of being charged for artistic crime

Once a mind ablaze like fire
was a welcome warmth
Once it was a healthy desire
to find freedom in your form

Now the shackles like iron
Heavy in their make
Clamped tightly on in ignorance
Our very hearts they take

Whisper the songs you hold
quietly shout your rights
Wrap away your brave and bold
and keep the comedy locked up tight

Curiosity offends the human soul
Expression is a trespass these days
Loose lips and words are trouble indeed
even the ones you pray