You preach of inclusivity from high up on your throne But you'll 'de-platform' and 'un-person' anyone who stands alone You fight for 'the oppressed' with a five-hundred-dollar phone You tolerate diversity, as long as it's your own You've built a brand new church where the sinners can't repent Where every single word you speak is twisted and hell-bent You're the new book-burners, you're the modern inquisition You're the thing you swore you'd fight against, a walking contradiction.