Seven words, a comedian\'s quest,
to name the things the airwaves suppressed.
Not screams of hate, or lies that stung,
but syllables deemed wrongly hung
upon the public ear, so frail,
against a casual, vulgar trail.
He spoke them slow, each one precise,
a challenge thrown to censors\' vice.
A list of sounds, devoid of might,
yet banned from screens both day and night.
A game of boundaries, absurd and strange,
where words held power, in a shifting range.
And laughter bloomed, a nervous sound,
as taboos crumbled on hallowed ground.
He questioned why, this verbal cage,
this fear of words upon the stage.
A mirror held to society\'s eye,
reflecting judgments, passing by.
Those seven words, now whispers free,
a legacy of liberty.
They stand as markers, stark and bold,
of stories that can now be told,
a reminder that the tongue, untied,
can speak its truth, with nothing to hide.