Speech is not for the right, nor the free.
It hold nothing but a fine and a fee.
Each word you utter costs you dear,
Bringing others closer, then them to tears.
So know when to walk, or when to run,
When words are caught on the tip of your tongue,
Turn around, or these words you lack,
Will be there to put a knife in your back.
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