There’s a chink in the Overton window

If you squint you might just can peer out

'Coz the blackout blinds have been drawn down hard

And the thought police are roaming about.

There’s a tightrope of fear that we're treading

Stuck in this prison of mind

Where the process of thought translated to word

Becomes an increasing bind.

There’s a way to escape if you’re careful

Remember the folk tale of old

Drop crumbs of reason along your way

They’ll be followed by the bold.

The path will lead back to normality

Common sense, justice and truth

Where we’ll gather the strength from each other

To shatter the window and blow off the roof.

Bart 23