Free Speech Poem by John Sensele

The free speech we beseech
The free speech we bewitch
In a bid to blast a wolf pack
Some day our back will crack.

Free speech quenches fires
Free speech punctures no tired tyres
Rolling and strolling towards fallacy
Mainly devours our democracy delicacy.

One size choice of voice fits no one
Opinion diversity everyone won
Through enacting the bill of rights
On which freedoms set their sights.

Peter say yes, Peggy says no that's normal
All of us in our error agree that's abnormal
Normal society seldom agrees
To disagree on top of troubled trees.