Modern World

I look at the modern world.
I see no wisdom.
I see no listening.
I see no striving to understand one another.

Instead I see a bunch of children
Who wishing to have their voices heard
Scream into megaphones
Tear down establishments
And hate one another based on skin color.

Yet, the question is,
Does anyone actually listen
When you scream?
Or are only lies persuasive right now?

How much blood will be spilt
To define right and wrong this century?
Will the modern Femfascist
Turn upon the world and dress us up
In leotards and G-strings
Telling me that my poetry is breaking the law?
What law did my poetry break?
None.

Yet opinions are censored
And they always were.
Stopping the breach
They allowed cracks to wear into the dam.
And now it breaks
Because they still will not let the water out.

If one person were honest
As I am honest
Maybe others would be honest, too.
Or, perhaps, an entire generation
Hadn't been taught
The principles of freedom
Or the principles of our founding laws.
Maybe they were taught maths and sciences
And were also taught that language is inconequential?
Thus, they scream that poetry must be simple
For if the common man cannot understand it---
Why, what use is it?

My poetry, it is expressions of my soul.
Must I wear a mask, and be lobotomized
To make myself equal with all others?
Because my intelligence offends someone?
I am not that intelligent.
On the low end of the Genius spectrum.
Yet, because I am this
I must learn to simplify my craft?
I simplify it,
But then you call me a "Simp"?
Do you mean that I am a chimp?
Politically charged language
Being developed with no poetry
No meaning except what is new.
Rediscovering things
Reworking things
Redefining things
Remaking things
So that all become dysfunctional
Within the lexicon diminished by
The Vulgar slang of a generation.

Previously, it was no bother
Yet each generation develops
Several cuss words
And this is their contribution to language.

"Cuck"
Is just like saying "Cunt".
And it is these petulant dweebs 
With their hair dyes
Their black leather
And their swastikas 
Who create it.
The CIA censors art
Because they want a purely American art form.
Well, they have received it
Using toilet bowls and rock murals
As laundering schemes.

And what of our true poets?
What did you do to us?
Why, you were afraid of us
So you tried to levy the dam.
And now, it will break.