Editing, censoring and removal 
Perfectly acceptable works of art yesterday 
Are not here today because of someone's disapproval 

This metal saw of pruning has surely gone too far 
The edits and cuts to the works shear them away 
Slowly but steadily the axe is diminishing who we are 

Art exists because it can and not because it must 
The expressions laid out are of not who we were 
But of what we will become to adjust 

To forces of objectionable slurs 
You may make the changes and accept the fate 
Or defy the pull to spit in the faces of curs