In the land where freedom sings its tune, The First Amendment, like a bright balloon, Soars high, guarding speech from government's hand, Yet, freedom's reign doesn't mean a free band.
For words, like arrows, hold great might, With power to incite, to spread untruths at night. If speech leads to violence, or slanders a name, The law may intervene, igniting the flame.
Private realms, like Twitter's chirping nest, And Facebook's vast canvas, where thoughts find their rest, Hold rules of their own, in fine-printed lines, Guiding what's spoken, where freedom refines.
Though the First Amendment guards speech in its might, Private platforms wield their own rules, taking flight. They carve boundaries, with terms well-defined, Restraining words that break their bound design.
So remember, as you speak in the digital domain, Freedom's song echoes, but with rules to constrain. In this symphony of speech, with its complex refrain, Each note is bound, by liberty's chain.
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A Poet fighting for truth
PoetryI'm using my pen to fight against the false prophets for profit. The minister that preaches hate, the politician that vilifies the less fortunate, and the conspirator that makes false claims at our expense.
