Piece Of My Heart

You took
a piece
Of 
My
Heart
When
You
Retired
Quietly
back
To your
Den
That 
You affectionately 
Call
The
"Editor's Room"

No
Review
From
Your
Black ball
Pen

Just white out
Used
For
What you
Have
Labeled

"Deplorables"

Freedom
Of expression 
Became
Just
a
Propaganda 
Prop
Designed
To
Weave
The 
New
Creative
Minds
Out there
to
Subscribe 
To
your
funnel

Slavery
To
Literary
Restraint 

Puppet  Master
Strings
To
Cookie Cutter
Ink

Yes 
you
Took
a
Piece
Of
My
Heart

When
You
Made
It
Known
That
Originality
Would
Be 
dispelled 
From
The
Mouths
Of
Poetic
Babes

Leaving 
Them
To
Hunger
In 
A
Wasteland 
Called

Uniformity.......