I dared to say what was on my mind;
Caused her fragile little heart to race.
She said I was offensive—unkind.
Once her feeble little stomach churned,
my free speech couldn’t be allowed to spread.
I was an offender walking free.
I said something she didn’t want to hear;
Social media said she was right.
She was addicted to the offence.
She festered over my cruel words;
Barked enough to lure the largest herd.
So many new friends flocked to her gloom.
Another social pity magnet,
relying on tired old name-calling;
Far easier than to just grow up.
Tolerance; fairness; equality.
Dare to share your views and opinions;
The oppressed know it’s low quality.