We live with shaky freedom of speech
but how far does that shaky freedom reach
before we cross the line and find
a point where we are deaf and blind,
that point where we can be accused,
ridiculed and abused
for not agreeing and complying,
as chants of prejudice start flying?
As society digs and delves,
we keep opinions to ourselves
for fear of stirring up the strife
that would destroy a quiet life.
We submit to the volume of loudest voices
and thereby limit freedom's choices,
as into our sanctuary's we sink,
powerless to say what we really think.