Such a Weight of Words

They said I must be silenced and they took out my vocal chords so that I could no longer utter a word against them, but I still had my hands which meant I could form sentences, paragraphs and whole tracts but when they realised this, they bound my hands together. Some argued my hands should be chopped off but they decided bindings would be sufficient. I tried writing with my toes but at this I was unsuccessful except for two expletives I wrote on the wall which offended them greatly. As a consequence, all pens and papers were removed from me, and I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts. After many weeks and enormous effort my thoughts finally ballooned out of my head and into the social media networks and the newspapers, and then they were done, finished, their false words buried under the weight of my own. And I found I was in good company for there were thousands, indeed millions of other words out there, their weight a collective force against the terrible fakery that had beset our world.