When equals speak to equals, or when power
Speaks down to those who it tells what to do
That is decorum's right and proper hour.
But when the weak speak out against the strong,
Those trodden down against the treading heel;
When commons makes its case against the crown
And those beneath resist the rolling wheel
Their words are theirs, and, if indecorous,
The content, not the setting, matters more.
There is no right to triumph without fuss;
Decorum's no excuse to crush the poor.
If you object to what they say, say why;
Don't hide behind decorum. It's a lie.
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