The shadows hung about
Beneath a bridge
And watched tail lights
Swim soundlessly out of town,
In their world of
Non conformity
They watched helplessly
As the world for the masses
Grew smaller and smaller.
Critical thinking
Climbed into the back seat of
A town car and was deported,
Dragging equality on a tow rope behind.
Intolerance returned
Like a freedom fighter,
And
Roses grew loftily
On heavy green stems
Of indifference
Amongst the herd of people
Who needed them to
Block their view,
And me?
Well I just sat at
A café drinking wine,
And sufficiently oiled
I would shout loud expletives
At the shadows beneath the bridge,
Because I was free to speak my mind.
Or, so someone told me anyway.
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