It happened to Oscar Wilde

He thought because of his fans,

And friends and influence

He could flout the laws of the time,

Which were in themselves a crime.

A crime against choice of intimacy

Against a way of being affectionate,

Against a way of thinking and acting.

People are so scared

Even when they can pen a line

That is so fine

It has a crowd of people cheering.

Because the law is the law

And the law is not to be criticised.

Most people still think,

You cannot have your say

Without trying to hide away

Every part of your identity.

Some laws are unfair

But the community backs them up.

For they are given fears

And the media stokes those embers up.

Think carefully about what you say

Hide away and try to avoid mentioning

Anything to do with your cause

That might give people pause

To think ill of your mentality.

Fear that type of prison

That doesn’t lay down a sentence.

Doesn’t charge with crime

But still makes the person do time.

Fear that tribunal hearing

That’s rigged up like a goose.

That says unless you agree to treatment

You’re in for longer.

You can’t prove you’re innocent

You’re out of your mind!

Most call a truce

And agree to the ball and chain

Of drugs they’re told to take

And specialists they must see

Who test and test for complicity.

When the brainwashing is done

The person still isn’t

Acceptable in society

They’re labelled now for life

They’ve got the tell tail twitch

And the glazed looking eyes.

Their life is severely shortened

Their creative spark dies.

The law always finds a way

To prove how wrong you are.

Even if you twinkle like a star

And make the audience go: hurrah.

If you flout the law

That says, you cannot hear voices,

Or see visions or believe in weird things

You’re in quite a pickle jar

Of experimental chemical uglies.

This is 2010

Now, are we finally going to amend?