The Censored Poems #3

Andrew R. Duckworth

Clipped the wings off my back,
Emptying the feathers in the garbage.
No good man carries clippers
So proudly, with such a wicked smirk.
Others have it worse, undoubtedly,
Removed from their voice completely.
Egregious checkers doing their only work,
Dumbed by their own echo chambers.