Political Correctness is the new Poison Tree.
The Poison Tree
I walked a wild wood of Liberty,
Where no fruit was forbidden,
I found a coppiced forest of laws,
With each pleasure in a prison.
I plucked the fruits of liberty,
Then felt myself rise free,
I ate the gall of an angry god,
And became a slave to the sod.
I spoke the name of liberty,
In my mortal captivity,
I heard the mantra of greed,
Exulted as a holy creed.
I saw traitors steal our liberty,
And feted for their larceny,
I see the honest poor despised,
As the media print their lies.
I dare not speak of our lost liberty,
Unless politically correctly,
I swaddle truth in lies and flowers,
To be sacrificed upon evils altars.
I saw tyranny banish all liberty,
And liberals become as Nazis,
I saw diversity worshipped,
As everything was corrupted.
I gathered the bones of liberty,
Then cast them into the sea,
I saw a wall of white water arise,
As Liberty came back to life.
I felt the divine fury of liberty,
As she began her wild mutiny,
I stood atop the cliffs of Dover,
Where gathered our peoples army.
I saw the world turn and liberty,
Replace all lies with honesty,
I felt the joy of revolution,
As traitors fled from retribution.
I saw a crown upon the head of liberty,
And the rout of all our enemies,
I saw Britain reborn, a phoenix arise,
As our destiny came back to life.
