I sat down one day and boy I was angry. I grew up believing that free speech is a RIGHT here in the USA. What it was that the neocon artists were up to was censorship. That's what made me angry that day. They were screaming "How dare you question the president in a time of war". I think that is the best and most important time to question what those in power are doing! That's the best and most important time to SHOUT AGAINST THEM!
So I sat down and intended to write a poem about the censorship of the RIGHT WING. Then I realized that 's who the right wing are. They are censorious CONTROL FREAKS. They have to silence dissent, lest the get "outed" as the tyrants they are.
Being of the left, a full blown progressive, I then thought hmmmm, we of the left don't censor do we? My answer to that surprised me a bit. Yes, we do. Censorship from the left is called political correctness. So I decided to write a poem about the censorship of my own side. That poem "On Condition of Anonymity" is posted below.
It's easy to dissent against the opposing side. When you free yourself to dissent against your own side, then you are truly free. This group is meant for people that feel the need to speak freely, no matter who would be our censors, WE SPEAK FREELY BECAUSE WE MUST. We speak freely because to do any less would make of us slaves. Sometimes we even enslave ourselves with self-censorship.
A few weeks after I wrote this poem, I was invited to do my spoken word thing at a local college. The event I would read at was an anti-censorship/in support of banned books/tie dye/wind chime festival. I figured, what better place to read "On Condition of Anonymity"? I would be reading in front of my peeps right? Surly this audience would understand what I was getting at with this work right? Wrong! I was heckled almost from the first stanza. It was great, I just keep reading while a host of people tried to shout me down. Then magic happened. An old woman stood up in the audience. She whistled loudly, and at this sound everyone went silent, even me. She then said " I came to hear the poet, not you whiners in the audience" At those words you could have heard a pin drop. Then she looked at me. She looked at me with a gentle and sardonic smile, she said "you go ahead son, finish that poem. You're making a very good point”. That's just what I did.
That is what this group is about. It's about people that have to speak freely, no matter who would censor us. Don't worry though. I'm sure the right-wing will take a real pounding here too...
On Condition of Anonymity
We live in a decaffeinated
Non-fat, soy based world
Forever correcting each other's
Speech and actions
An endless quest for purity of thought, speech, and body
A low-cal, sugar free censored speech reality
The white cotton gloves of the mind
Are ready to sanitize our thoughts
Even when we attend a group meal there are demands
For a lesbian midget from Venus outreach
Lest dinner seem non-inclusive
Don't step on no toes or spill your overpriced pure spring water
On that recycled, late 60's coffee table
Hand me onea dem genetically engineered corn bumper stickers
Never mind that the farmers are starving
The sierra club is accepting your penance
Via check, money order, or credit card
For the sin of driving your
Urban assault vehicle S.U.V
To the health food store
Proper consumption will assure we regurgitate
The group neutral correct speak of the moment
Is there any way out of this maze
Of fashion based creative consumptive judgment?
I give you my benefit of the doubt
On condition of anonymity