fauxcroft

They try and shut you up,

If they don’t like what you say

Those in control want it their way,

You’re just a little anarcho-punk,

Who stepped above your station

It’s an obvious and true realisation,

Free speech is muted when they want

They control the narrative and the content,

You are portrayed as small and insignificant

Until others listen and then you’re potent,

Enough at least for them to shut you down,

And there’ll be no salvation for you

They will make sure that you fucking drown.