Ode to free speach

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Ode to free speach



To tax a thought or crush a feeling
leaves my stomac sour & my head a reeling
You can put up bars to keep people with in
cut out their tounges just add on the sins
Hitler sent others to shut up the cries
like some in this game a sick lord of the fly's
So Why do I sign on to find I am dead
cause some one was tweeked over some thing I said
when you miss represent I call that a scam
I pointed that out & now I am damned
here's One tired Pirate who no longer in reach
cause you trampled all over my freedom of Speech
Writen about another Game!

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

Darkblade’s Poems (5)

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Ode to free speach 0
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