The Censor

The censor is a nasty man who reads your mail and your trash can;
he looks for things you say and do that don't fit in his mental view.
Behind him lies the State's decree that all must love conformity.
The past is not to be exhumed, though a thousand corpses bloom.
The present must be whitewashed so that it becomes a job of snow.
O wretched censor, tremble now; the future is not your milch cow.
The voices of the Internet are growing and will kill you yet.
In China, Russia, Myanmar, you may now be the info czar;
but like the czars of old, beware -- cuz public scorn will part your hair.