Might To Fight For Your Rights Poem by John Sensele

Defend to the bitter end
Rights to love
Whenever it feels right to bend
Might on wings of a white dove.

Demand the mandate to be free
So long as your freedom infringes no one else's freedom
To imbibe glee or climb a tree
God planted for you in his kingdom.

Decrease no opportunity to invigorate hope
In every soul
Who shies away from abuse of dope
To score their salvation and edification goal.

Determine to break loose shackles
Meant to brainwash your cognitive powers
With straitjacket buckles
Sprinkled in flawed flowers and hazy hours.

Differ on the basis of principle
Steeped in scintillating skies
To double, or quadruple or triple
Excisions with precision of ludicrous lies.

Depend not on the histology of hysteria
Sowing seeds of isolation and confrontation
Mounted in favour of paranoia and convergence diphtheria
In evolutions and revolutions of risible rotation.

Degrade not fights for casual comfort
To dress in appropriate attire
In your bedroom, sitting room and in your faith fort
When you aspire to inspire and set your empire on the cusp of a freedom fire.

Deepen the mystery of faith
If you should get grace
Beneath and before the death of the wraith
You rescue from a robust rat race.

Deem unfit limitations
Imposed on rights to espouse and express the truth
In a setting where Simian citations
Adduce, introduce and induce unctions uncouth.

Deal with ingenuous issues
With potentials for mass benefits
Favouring and flavouring tipple tissues
Engendering the vilification of tent tweets.