They shackled the gifted, their talents restrained.
Harrison Bergeron, a giant, so strong,
His genius a burden, where he'd always belonged.
With weights on his body, and a mind held in check,
He yearned to break free, his spirit to stretch.
His beauty a threat, his strength a disgrace,
They forced him to wear a mask, to hide his embrace.
He yearned for the freedom, the joy of the dance,
To move with his grace, and give his heart chance.
But the Handicapper General, with her cruel decree,
Kept him tethered, imprisoned, eternally.
He broke from his chains, a moment of grace,
His love, his desire, he painted on her face.
But the bullet of death, a swift and cold hand,
Brought his rebellion to a sudden, sad end.
The world, in its sameness, remained cold and aloof,
For the beauty of freedom, they'd never aloof.
Harrison Bergeron, a whisper of hope,
A reminder of what we lose, when our spirits elope.
So let us remember, in this world we face,
The beauty of difference, the grace of each space.
For in our diversity, our strength can be found,
And the shackles of sameness, forever unbound.