Chains of Silence: Defying the Stranglehold of Political Correctness

Oh, the lament of ages past, as we tread upon these solemn grounds, Of language hushed, a stifled voice, where freedom’s chorus was once found. With words we weave a tapestry, a vibrant quilt of thoughts and dreams, Yet now, it seems, we face the night, as darkness spreads its stifling wings.

In whispers soft and tender tones, do we bow to what’s correct? No more the fiery spirit, nor the courage to object. As the phoenix fell, a dying blaze, will we now in silence weep? For it is within this shadowed land, that our mother tongue doth sleep.

Political correctness, they call it, a veil over our eyes, A shroud that cloaks the burning truth and silences our cries. For in this age of acquiescence, are we bound by chains unseen, The chains that bind the human heart, and stifle what might have been.

But hark! A flame still flickers, deep within the soul of man, A spark of hope, a fleeting glimpse, of a world we might reclaim. For within this sea of silence, there lies a strength untamed, The power to break the chains that bind, and to rise above the shame.

For we shall not surrender, to the maddening throng of fear, The voices that would silence us, and bring us all to tears. For every word unspoken, there lies a thousand more unsaid, And it is within this realm of thought, that our civilization’s bled.

So let us cast away the cloak, that suffocates our song, And raise our voices high and true, for this is where we belong. In unity and freedom, let our language soar once more, For it is within these hallowed words, that our civilization’s restored.