Ah, Political Correctness now taking leave
Of what little fragile senses we did possess,
Abandonment of old-fashioned Common
Sense best we did our environment assess.
Blindly on, we follow Holy Leaders’ wills,
Not using our own brains, lately withered,
To evaluate words smoothly, glibly spoken,
As if senses to a fool’s stock are tethered.
Political Correctness, vile, villainous foil
Of sacred, blood-bought speech once free,
Condemns independent thought which did
With independence bless afore our heredity.
Oh, America, beacon of Liberty, from whence
Did your defense of freedom of late fail,
All before given, o’er two hundred years,
Before onslaught of Despot State assailed?
Now we bleat at the despot shepherd’s call,
Dumb sheep senselessly o’er the incline,
Steep, do fall; failing memories of Liberty,
Mumbling chants to leaders seen so divine.
‘Guide us by your will, oh brilliant ones,
For we fail of wisdom, thoughts of our own;’
Carelessly surrendering all once treasured,
Upon yon cold despot’s sacrificial stone.
There Common Sense bloodily slaughtered,
There Liberty, once treasured and defended,
Strangled in ritualistic, mindless blather;
Our freedoms lost, those freedoms untended.
