The Tyranny of Words

The Tyranny of Words 🎵

Among the ancient whispers of Westminster's grace,
A new tongue arises, bruising truth in its haste.
Newspeak, the language of glittering generalities,
Makes of thoughts a cage and dignity a casualty.

The lexicon, a magician, with a sleight of hand,
Transforms children into pawns, calling innocence to the stand.
New words are but tricksters, coiled like a snake,
As honesty is stricken by vipers of state.

"Rape," "trafficking," "murder," name them without fear,
Let them echo. Let them sear.
Let truth be the storm that tears down the veil,
Let justice be the wind that follows on its trail.

In Oldham's heart, a dark carnival thrives,
Where purity is defiled under pitiless skies.
Grooming, a mask worn at this macabre ball,
Hides the fangs of rape, the real beast of the hall.
Imagine each child, a candle in the gloom,
Their glow extinguished, their flame's last fume
Leaving but shadows on the hallowed earth,
Their sobs, their laughter, robbed of mirth.

"Rape," "trafficking," "murder," name them without fear,
Let them echo. Let them sear.
Let truth be the storm that tears down the veil,
Let justice be the wind that follows on its trail.

For decades, cries of victims were muffled by the state,
"Concerns of race," they say, reframing alarm as hate.
"Lifestyle choices," the children were blamed,
Their dignity stripped, their voices shamed.
The media, the guardians, the politicians in their suits,
Weaving dark narratives, cloaking hard truths.
Making "diversity" a shield, and "inclusion" a sword,
To silence concern, to call it discord.

"Rape," "trafficking," "murder," name them without fear,
Let them echo. Let them sear.
Let truth be the storm that tears down the veil,
Let justice be the wind that follows on its trail.

With righteous fire in our hearts, with a purging light,
Let us cleanse this land of its darkest blight,
Eradicate the evil that festers within,
And let virtue in Christ once more begin.

©RowanMorgan
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