Ban Nothing
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All tyrants pass away and truth endures
Some things once banned today produces cures
No progress births with chains and locks on minds
To stop, alas, what open thinking finds
This globe, once flat is now forever round.
Earth “center of the universe” was never sound.
The years that spread false rumors in the air
Not true that bad air caused malaria.
Sail west but no horizon boundaries cross
For sure to drown where rogue waves heave and toss
Those centuries that closed minds shunned to think
Ascent of man that’s all that stood to sink.
Banning things, the like of banning views
Like those indictments of the evil crews
Abducted black-skinned souls from other lands,
And now can’t shake the blood that stains their hands
Sad charlatans who seek to rule from thence,
Fat pudgy little men with scant intelligence
Who fail to heed the fleeting tide of time,
More so to heed the swift slide to the slime.
Let’s pity fools that are too duped to see
Iniquities of one-man overseers
Power-crazed, they rant and scream and rave,
To rally those they’ll hoodwink to the grave.
The hordes of men and women scientists
Who breached the block on knowledge West and East
Like Einstein, Carver, King, and Laveran
And Curie, Ball, and Moore, and Jemison
The holocaust of man both black and white
Deny that as you may, breeds social blight.
Even today throughout the whole wide world
The horrid archived files of slavery hold
Suppress it all you want, ban books from schools.
But in the end suppressors remain fools
Partisan brigands bent on burying proof.
Shysters peddling shady plans as truth.
About this poem
Just a thought on the movement to ban literature and other educational activities in education circles around the world and the the United States.
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Submitted by ti.min on October 29, 2023
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| Words | 299 |
| Stanzas | 9 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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