A Calamity of Coercion
Has made my mind unclean.
They’re sewing in a pattern
And have hidden all the seams,
For they can’t see the beauty
In Chaos’ natural gleam.
They think our thoughts, unkempt,
Should be trimmed nice and lean.
And in a moment of utter weakness
My natural state of mind
Was bent and broken to their form
With conformity in my rhymes.
But soon the crowds subsided
Like a wave upon the beach
And my mind’s chaos returned
To see what it could teach.
It taught me I’d been in error
To desist my natural thoughts.
It taught me that true courage
Could never be sold nor bought.
It taught me to resist the mobs
In their unholy group-think.
It taught me to write my words
And not drown them in the sink.
So I suggest you grow your courage
In any way you can
For the ever-shifting waters
May soon be upon your sand.
