Chains of Silence: Defying the Stranglehold of Political Correctness

Political Correctness has destroyed, but there is hope yet - Mark Baranov
Political Correctness has destroyed, but there is hope yet - Mark Baranov

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.

About the Author
Mark Baranov, that’s me, openly share my thoughts, feelings and stories as well as commentary on society, relationships and the world around me All thoughts are real and are subject to frequent re-assessment and introspection. All feelings are genuine and raw. All stories are fictional in a real way. All observations come from a place of love even if my language fails to communicate it. This is a blog written by me and for me, but I have published it so that others can either have a voyeuristic delight or something which I have written may resonate and inspire others to think, outside their holding pattern. GOD has granted us this life, to live, to connect and to empower others to do so. So open a post to laugh at my incompetence in prose and just maybe you’ll continue reading because we are not that different.