This poem was written yesterday while observing group dynamics first hand.

The put down

When the right of reply
Is refused, now time's out 
Real debate disappears 
Or is struck dumb by doubt

Then, a bullying tone
Can kill inspiration
While just one sideways shrug
Can snub aspiration

So blunt and ascerbic
Is the perfect put down
Watch it poison goodwill 
Will it topple the crown? 

Let's not play this war game
We're wasting precious time
Stand up and be counted
While we still want to rhyme