A Tiny Clique Poem by DM W

Currently, a tiny clique seems to dictate
The language we deploy. It makes me irate!
O the profound beauty and meaning of words
Is being destroyed daily. It's so absurd!
PC brigades and their slavish acolytes
Appear to claim that darkness is in fact light!
They merely skim surfaces. They have no depth.
They've no souls. Yet I guess, I'm wasting my breath
Because they never listen. They have closed their minds
To common sense. They're not enlightened but blind.