Filters

Strange how much becomes unclear
How little can be realised
When that which we all rightly fear
Is first examined and revised
And neatly sanitized

Strange how little filters past
The deep desiring to cleanse
The straining out from first to last
The poison from the pens
The violence from the lens

Stranger how restraint is urged
Where such has never ever been
Where smell and hell are deftly purged
Before they reach the screen
The filters come between

Strange the image that I dreamed
Too fearful ever to confide
Unsifted and unclean, it seemed
And so unpurified
I was terrified, I almost died



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Midgley
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