Red Pill Poetry: No One Will Expect the Progressive Inquisition

I dare to blaspheme against the church of Social Justice

A Cult of Diversity that worships at the Alter of Power

Congregating in the street they call and answer, their hymns repeated

“No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist USA”

Slurs hang on people like the plague

Spread by association with one of the infected

Adherents are told to listen and believe, logic rejected

Windows shatter, cars in flames, businesses destroyed, people in red hats blamed

Words whispered in dark corners, Fascism, Alt-Right, Nazi, Hitler

Words are violence, justification found

Self-defense they claim while beating a man on the ground

Journalist, activist lines are blurred, fact check true

Misleading headlines an attempt to get you to view

Professors replace priests, administrators replace inquisitors that no one will expect

Say our words, they say, to do so is to respect

Refuse and you’ll get the social media rack, your life pull through your belly coiled for all to see

A new religion is born, the tenets of diversity,

Tolerance, and compassion taken to the extreme

I dare to blaspheme against the doctrine of Social Justice

An iron fist wrapped in a black mask of anonymity

I am branded with words of the heretic

Racist, Homophobe, Sexist, Xenophobe, Bigot, Islamophobe, KKK, Transphobe, Nazi

Those are slurs not arguments

The iron fist of Social Justice will prove brittle against the steel of logic tempered by truth

Logic a shield against a raised fist, truth a sword against lies

The Culture War rages, the Progressive inquisition is underway

Will you remain willfully blind and hope it passes you by

Or will make the choice to face danger willingly, to pick up your responsibility

And bare it?