Inflammatory
Dead grey masses pull me down
To drown in their abyss
Offended by true colors
Conformity is their bliss
I will not sacrifice myself
Or compromise my mind
I feel no obligation
To make the truth be kind
Your feelings do not dictate
My style of presentation
I’m not here to accommodate
Your intellectual stagnation
Why should reason step aside
To placate your emotions
Or entomology rearrange
To better suit your notions?
Respect for men is not a right
And I will discriminate
For recognizing right from wrong
Is not the same as hate
I will not learn to tolerate
That which I despise
To sugar coat the truth
Is the same as telling lies
Identity is not determined
By the nature of our birth
It’s what we do with this life
That establishes our worth
I will not raise my voice in praise
Or join the mindless crowd
Who, embracing mediocrity
Now wear it like a shroud
Instead I choose to celebrate
What’s admirable and rare
The fully realized potential
Of man unfettered by fear
You don’t like the words I say
Because they’re not “PC”
I don’t like the words you say
Because they're all empty.
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