Censors

Poem By kendall thomas

Why do they censor you?
What do they fear?

Could it be that censors hate freedom
and only want their views understood?

What should they see and hear
be kept from you?

Are you children?

If what they censor doesn't hurt them,
why should it hurt you?

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