No words left to say
By the man on the scaffold
Birds chirping in the early dawn
“Free speech. Free speech! Free Speech!”
Sounds left hanging in the air
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You can say anything
Nowadays
But if you’re in the wrong country
The wrong town
Are the wrong race or religion
You may be
Pilloried
Branded
Strangled
Dissected
Stoned
Hung
Drawn
Quartered
You may find yourself
Just
In only valiant pieces
Distorted
In the press
©Christopher
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