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:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in protest.