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When we say
Je suis Charlie,
there’s a tragic truth
in its bite,
we must all fight
for the right
of arseholes
to talk shite.
That’s the price
of freedom.

Because without
intervention,
with tyranny
we’ll have
constipation;
ideas
stultify,
words choke,
and thoughts retract
into oblivion

But where
in this world
of cyber post
reaction,
are we free
to engage
in debate
and discussion?

Unobstructed
by spins,
unmolested
by djinns,
or manipulated
by twists, threats
and grenade pins

Until I wonder
who I am
when they speak
for me, and
do I sit
or stand
for a tune
played by
what band?

I have no time
for martyrs,
religious
or political.
Faith will not
feed me,
ideas
can’t save me

From an end
that’s unchanging,
no matter
class
or creed,
let it come
when the bell rings,
I won’t die,
to believe

So for the future
generations,
beware of all prophets,
spewing fast and false,
answers they’ll sell you
And you’ll pay the cost,
of believing
in the high wire
promise,
no levies,
to make us all
proper Charlies

Now we’re down to the wire,
the clock’s ticking fast,
it is time
to look inside
and decide
for yourselves,
if I breathe in revolution
will I exhale
freedom,
or evolution?

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