The American First Amendment: A Poem
A creative poem by 71 Republic's Nate Galt describing the true nature of the first amendment right to free speech in our supposedly free country.
Many misguided young boys think they fight for freedom But when barked commands to kill people, they heed them When in the fields, men back home for little money toil Believing that their liberties are defended, not America’s interests in oil If bombing those an ocean away brings peace That is an oxymoron, to say the least But back home, those liberties for which soldiers believe they fight
Are being stripped by people who don’t care for rights
Only for their fragile sense of self
They wish to ban everything that they can’t help
They want their free-of-judgement safe spaces
By banning unpopular opinions from those same places
When real progressives would die for your right to speech
For whatever one wished to say or preach
Meanwhile, these supposed freedom fighters demand
That those who they disagree with get off their land
But the very law of the land, the Constitution,
Is being up-heaved in a revolution
To stop any speech or proselytization
Which they deem a danger to this nation
But what is a danger? A mere opinion or thought?
Censorship is an insult to those that fought
Not in Vietnam or Iraq, but to those who said that they see
A possibility for a new country with free speech and liberty.
