Lifted Pen

I held my pen a-hovering 

Above a whitened page

and inhaled rather tentatively 

on what to write today.

You cannot write about difference 

class, creed, colour or plight 

About what has moved you in the twilight hours

Or rendezvous at night.

There are no comedies or dramas

Just falsified and basic facts

For writing our opinions

May result in vicious attacks.

For holding my pen on paper

Exploring mind and thoughts

Have long been banished habits 

and results in discipline and taunts

I wish we'd fought for freedom

To speak our differences and minds

Instead we became too scared to write 

And became paper without the lines