A Political Display

The sun sinks low and trails the evening light
Rapidly the dark covers the mountain peaks
Words of rapture captured on paper the sun’s flight
But no words can capture the shadow as it speaks

Words are vacant sounds made with tongue in cheek
As the slate-gray clouds rise before the sunken sun
So, too, the words rise above the poet’s physique
Words meaningless as the sounds of the things undone

A man sits with his wife and uses a word you do not approve
But who are you to tell us what or what not to say
The word, if said, is his and hers for them not you to remove
Offense for you is nothing but a club, a political display

Your friendly Bill speaks not a word as he rapes and gropes
Ah, but that is fine, you say with your liberal smile
Words cause damage far beyond rape done to female dopes
No women raped is as damaging as with these words so vile

Words are dangerous and one should rebuke
When words offend your weak strained ears
The liberal way makes real men want to puke
And to stomp upon the liberal’s rear

I sit here wondering at the damage rape does cause
Compared to those offending words you scream about
I doubt for you that this damage gives you pause
And as usual the words of truth makes you pout