censorship poems

As they decided to dismiss
Everything I seemed to hold
That they sensed would be odd
For their strict motivated purposes
They idolized me
At every forum they knew
I am accepted for a value
They are confident of never eroding
At their very ablest of efforts
Elevating me to pedestals
Where gods to be worshiped
Are placed with tight lips
And telling one and all
I am best left
To myself in my true state
Of a philosopher
Free to engage geniuses
And mad lots
In discourses that the high
And the saintly
May find absorbing
To wordless states.