Our 'Safe Space'

You mustn't hurt our feelings, we are weak,

and you cause great offence, when e'er you speak

as if we're capable of hearing.  When you seek

to challenge us we block our ears and hum. 

Our bleak and fatalistic view of life 

prescribed by God or chromosomes

must not be contradicted, we are meek,

subservient, pre-programmed, not unique.

Our safe spaces, like our homes

protect.  Any reference, veiled, oblique,

couched in terms implying that our clique

is less than perfect will be met with cries

of "We are victims", "You tell lies."

And you know to hurt our feelings is unwise,

for the armies of the feeble and offended

shall inherit the earth; no compromise.

We're not interested in reason and debate

you've had your chance and now it is too late.

Your generation elevated victimhood,

you drew the rules, worked out the reference frame;

it isn't our fault we understood,

and decided how we best might play the game.

So don't bother to ask us whether

we might change our minds and take time to consider
from any perspective that might differ from our own.

Though we're feeble, frail and sensitive we're not alone:

we victims of the feather flock together.