Given what's happening in America right now, I suspect it won't be long before the First Amendment begins fighting for its life.
With that in mind, I thought I'd share my most successful poem to date, though it's hardly a poem at all.
It is based on my experience of living in South Africa during Apartheid.
In The Tradition Of The Star
This poem is censored.
I cannot mention ____ _______,
a banned person; ______ _____
or _____ ______.
Their organisation, ___ ___,
may not be discussed under
the current State of Emergency.
I cannot include a photo,
share details, describe actions.
I give you blank space: