It seems to me the term “politically correct” has little or nothing to do with truth, and one day the bubble it is will surely pop.
This is a poem I wrote last year, but it is quite obviously timeless. Truth seems of little value these days, and I sometimes get the feeling I am thought a fool if telling the truth leads me into the path of pain and/or hardship. Bubbles are harmless things, and the consensus among many these days seems to be that lies are harmless too… as long as you get what you want.
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