Kindly Close Your Mouth... Or Else

Unrestricted speech
Aren't you a field of green?
You are the dream of dreams!
Blue as a naked sky
Open in freedom flight
 
Once those dreams
Were my dreams
Fearless screams
Adrift unfiltered
Unadulterated
 
Those green-dreams
Now are black of rot
Wiggling with worms
For every word I've uttered
Made them shutter
Made them crack;
Glass mirror
Brittle bones
Hurt feelings
Tired moans
 
I am wrong
As always
To speak thought
For if my thought
Be not their thought
Then my thought
Must be fought
The truth not sought
Neither my tongue caught
In its free workings
Of non-conformed thought.