Complain with the full force of a Jesuit priest whine like a man who’s out of time casuistry and sophistry cling together perfectly. Poetry’s more about wine than whine:
A true poet makes the difficult easy turns water into wine in a half-truncated line, caesuras soar, in a breeze of time:
Pull out his eyes! Oh! pull out his eyes! Apologise! Apologise! I will not apologise I will never apologise.
The certainty of their zeal; these empty-headed authoritarians of race or religion or of accent or class. Don’t like being offended? Piss off then. That’s that! Spit in the face of all the stupidities of the human race.
