Political Correctness Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

I am so sick of political correctness.
They put rusty nails right through my tongue.
I can no longer speak my mind's thoughts
As I could when I was so very young!

Washington has sissified this nation.
A man can no longer be an honest man!
For a word fitly spoken no longer applies,
To our youth who need to hear a TRUE plan!

The word “Freedom” is spoken of loftily,
And brings tears to many of our sad eyes.
But our words today have become imprisoned,
By liberals who wrongfully think they are wise!

Premier Khrushchev said we would be buried,
And a shot toward us will be never heard.
For we are just burying our own selves,
By imprisoning our true spoken words!

If one will yell out lies loudly enough,
From the very steps of Independence Hall,
And no one ever tries to contradict him,
His fame rallies others to his call!

So instead we have chained up the very truth
Which could have saved each and every youth,
From a belief system centered on vicious lies
While we older ones can only watch and cry!

In my youth I didn’t worry about such things,
Or the Freedom blood that had been shed.
Political correctness did not exist back then,
And we knew not of it’s coming evil dread!