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Harm is given, but offence is taken,
Last time I checked
If I’m not most mistaken
But freedom of expression
Must have passed you by
Judging by your repression
You’d much prefer censorship
And cold pauses
And a fake friendship
Real people have real opinions
And I’m one of them
Not just one of your minions
I’d much rather talk it out
Than sit and boil
Even if we have to shout
Yes, I admit I was upset
I turned it back on you
And now I can only regret
But what did you expect?
Are human feelings
Such an alien concept?
Let’s sit down and talk it through
I just want some respect
I don’t want to fight with you
Dedicated to anyone who has ever been punished for expressing themselves.
William Prothero
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