Idea

You cannot restrain or tame an idea with idle threats,
Once it has crept into the mind.

The mouth will not bite the tongue to keep it in silence:
The sheer promise of bondage, and whips
Will not be enough to aprehend a thought,
As it travels from ear to misinformed ear.

You will protest,
Because you cannot tell a concept
Not to raise its fist in anger,
And you cannot censor that which only exists in theory.
You cannot tell anarchy to stop in its tracks,
When it's feet only exist in the minds of the oppressed.

There is a force out there:
Greater than the media,
Greater than left or right,
Greater than empty lives or promises,
You can try all night to stop the noise.