Here’s something that I’ve thought of
As I’ve grown a little older
It’s hard to move things forward
Looking back over your shoulder
Its hard to be successful
With the chores that you’ve been tasked
By coming up with answers
If the questions can’t be asked
I’m stumped by modern mores
If I may make a confession
How can you hope for progress
In a climate of suppression
As often I’ve dictated
To my sweet amanuensis
Science isn’t science
If it only seeks consensus
Good ideas can’t grow
Inside a pen in which you’ve fenced them
And bad ideas can’t fail
If voices cannot speak against them
I like to be offended by
The things you say and do
As long as you don’t take offense
When I’m offending you
I welcome every theory
And the people who’ve professed them
But please don’t be insulted
If they falter when we test them
So speak in any language
From Sicilian to Swahili
What makes this country great
Is that ideas are spoken freely
