Don’t tell me what to write

Don’t tell me what to write

My pen is bound by no chains
Not ideology, not love
Not by decency or decorum
Nor by the Hand of Fate.

Don’t tell me what to write

Of my unspeakable love or the
Wounds that sear the heart
Of my solitude or my soul
Together imprisoned for eternity.

Don’t tell me what to write

Of the blood in the streets or
The comrades left behind
Of the battles we fought or
The fist that swore an oath.

Don’t tell me what to write

I and I alone shall decide
My love, my war, my poems
I shall write them and burn them
And I will write them again.

But don’t…
Don’t tell me what to write.