Blah blah blah belch
You can’t say that!
Really Mr A?
I said it
Did any one die
Was anyone killed
Or destroyed
Words have power
So use them well
Or just release them
To the four directions
Standing here
Allow your voice
Allow your expression
Become aware
Of the censor
A constant presence
Pretense
Who waits and watches from the wings
Wanting to kill off rejection
Before it happens
Even though is it an imagined phantom
Or an old projection of a past truth
That no longer makes any sense
This fear
This untruth
I no longer want to live it
So scatter your lies and fears
To the four directions
And let a new wind blow in
Wind of freedom
Wind of being
Wind of liberation