Accused

The words of the world
Hide and strain to fade,
But never are forgotten
And told and retold
Under twisted sentences
By feeble minds.

A bird isn’t a bird anymore;
We mustn’t offend.
Keep your arms by your side
And your eyes down low;
You may look at someone
And be accused a bigot.

Kiss the classics adieu. Farewell
To the life we thought we could Do.
But don’t,
Or you’ll be accused
For not meeting the status quo.

A mind too narrow is shunned by the new;
A mind too wide is cast away too.
With no equilibrium apparent in sight,
We echo alone and close our eyes tight.