Can I?

Hi!
I have a thought. Just something up on my mind.
But first, I wanna know,
Can I say that?
I wrote a poem, I've made a song,
But just so you know, for the sake of consent,
Can I play That?

Would someone mind if I speak mind out loud
because I still am not aware if the practice is allowed.
Don't worry, I'm not you, I won't shout
Just hear it once, and you will know what it is about.

You know, once in a while, sometimes at night,
I speak up, practice my fundamental right.
But then I switch to whispering and then I go dumb,
I am sorry, but now I can't trust even the moonlight.

Can I, just for once, say freedom, can I?
I won't yell it, I'll just say it, to none but myself,
so I would know that it is but an illusion ... oh wait,
First tell me, Can I even say that?



2 comments:

  1. I like the topic you've chosen, and the irony behind the fact that you're using the medium of poetry to express your frustration at not being able to express yourself enough. I also like the play on words in the first line of the second stanza.
    Coming back to the overall impression of the poem, I get the sense that the poem tries to explain what it's talking about a little too much, and that it would be quite better if you just attempt to rework the poem in a way that it allows the reader to interpret its meaning rather than be explicitly told of the same.
    Sorry that I can't be more specific in my review of this poem.

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  2. It's a wonderful poem! Shows how much our freedom of speech has been clasped down by the society, but you have done it in a satirical way, and not by pointing any fingers. The only thing I would like to change is the line breakage of the first stanza. But otherwise , a great poem.

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