Your wishes to remove my thoughts...
Are as ridiculous,
As your demands to shut one's lips.
Or have someone produce something less offensive...
So you would be pleased with it.
But you are not the keeper of another's experience.
And your desire to censor one's speech...
Comes to your restricted detriment.
Found by many,
To be out of touch with reality.
With perceptions removed from common sense.
Enforcing a limitation to degrade a creativity.
Is a pointless action taken.
And the actual power you have no one questions.
Is to remain stagnant in a stench that reeks.
With a demented agitation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'and the actual power you have no one questions is to remain stagnant in a stench that reeks' very powerful words.Thanks Sir.