Freedom Of Expression Poem by Mark Heathcote

Get out your notebook
get out your black-biro pen
freedom of expression
don't have any recognisable-friend

There are snipers despots everywhere
ready to take their best pot-shots
at any given political carnival fair
everyone, whatever sect is-war-game fair.

Someone always has a better point of view.
Trying-damn-hard to make yours look invalid
most of the time, it's just their
egos, all too often blindsided.

But honestly, it doesn't matter or, does it
as long as the mighty devour the weak
gouge out their eyes cut out their tongues
rewrite history, never allowing them to speak.

But please - don't let this stop you
grab your notebooks
get out your black-biro pens
freedom calls - rages for expression
let's find him
or her, some new outward, looking, friends.

Freedom of expression of this the bitterest of ends
sadly, we'll discover has only one noteworthy friend.