Where does prey reside?

They caution about words, urging careful play, Yet I refuse silence, won't yield to their sway. They tiptoe in fear of speaking out, hesitant to opine. But I won't comply; this time, freedom's mine. Where does prey reside? In this realm of enforced political correctness, They dictate what we can and cannot say, Yet I won't yield, won't accept this oppression. Shattering these chains of societal dismay.