The Death of PC

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    The Death of PC

    Watch what you say, you might offend somebody
    These are the tepid waters we wade through today
    Each faction having a percieved set of priority rights
    What an ironic day, an extended moment of reckoning
    The vast majority is now the fearful minority
    85% may agree, but must maintain silence
    What is best for the whole may not suit a few
    Small pockets of radicals unite in noise and violence Loud, angry, ready to destroy those who oppose them
    If you don't agree, you are condemned and labled
    Guilt is their weapon of choice, freedom is their shield
    Tradition be damned because self-accountablitiy is dead
    Your Grandparents are rolling in their graves right now
    But that's okay...they were bigots, racists, and worse.
    They were beholden to their hokey values and religion
    Sure, life is simpler when you don't really live, right?
    What they called morals, we call limits
    What they called liars, we call leaders
    What they called perverts, we call brave and different
    What they called terrorists, we call freedom fighters
    What they called truth, we call relativity
    What they called children, we call burdens
    What they called blasphemy, we call art
    What they called want, we call need
    What they called privilige, we call rights.
    What they called lazy, we call unfortunate
    Be strong and know this,
    There is a quiet breed of good people in our midst
    A breed whose numbers far exceed the opposition
    People who value their intuition, their honesty, their God.
    There are those who still embrace hard work and family,
    This majority doesn't control media airwaves or politics
    It doesn't organize marches or campus demonstrations
    No, we silently practice random acts of kindness
    Together we wait for a spark to ignite our collective soul
    Our commonalities far outweigh our differences
    The pendulum always swings back and it will once again
    Fear of saying what you feel will always be wrong
    My friends, get ready to demolish political correctness
    Get ready to fight the small hordes of narrow minds
    Get ready to represent true intellectual freedom
    Get ready to carry the banner of truth and morality
    Get ready to make our grandparents proud.






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    copergirl commented on The Death of PC

    01-17-2009

    Oh yes!!!Your words speak volumes. If it were up to the people today, as opposed to those who led the fights of Revolution, we wouldnt have a country. Those who have the guts to stand up for what they believe are few and far between, let's celebrate

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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