I’m of a mind to shape an angry song
And sing it every time I am provoked
By learned fools, and foolish learned folks
Who celebrate the Triple-Layered Wrong.
A brittle man may think a vicious thing,
A bitter man may put it into words:
What kind of preening Judas has the nerve
To broadcast his invective? Who dares bring
Fair language and fair logic to the shame
Of masquerading mire as point of view ?
Who slurs free speech as scoundrels’ right to spew
Whatever foul opinion dolts maintain?
Thus Triple–Wrongs from wayward notions grow:
First thought; then said; then published or proclaimed -
And bigotry by any other name
Is bigotry, and bigotry must go.