Societies have their ups and downs,
Their ins and outs, their entanglements.
Like flocks of birds, they can panic,
Have their senses warped by sentiments
Not well thought out, or by tradition.
Single words misplaced can flip their lids,
Give them shivers, raise superstition.
Strangely, though, this type of word
With its vowel stamped by stars
Becomes permissible, admissible – absurd,
But true. When a nation cannot stand
The sight of a common body part –
That is to say, a mammary gland,
When this exposure destroys composure,
You’ve got to figure something’s out of whack.
Thus with the word that starts with “F”.
The obscenity of this word is clear.
It converts democracy into hypocrisy.
Spelled out plain, the word is “fear”.