The smoke of political correctness obscures ugly truth with the soot of fear
The face of questions that are not to be asked is chard by a dark fire
Truth and honesty now hidden from all those that would hear
Under a painted deceitful mask the disagreeable, now we admire
To save the tender we pretend not to see
Under its facade cancer spreads
Now not noticed, inoperable, we act as if it can not be
Afraid, like children we hide under covers in our beds
I can not believe
in a science based society
we practice to deceive
under the name of propriety