Literature
If Truth had a tongue
If Truth had a tongue
All your armies, all your men
All your hate, against a pen
Struggling poet
Broken words
Cold still coffee
Broken birds
Against a boy- stone in hand
Tightening hands on rubber band
In his eyes see brightening hope
To strengthen (still) the breaking rope
Of justice, rights and human love
As airplanes hover up above
And I wonder, hands are shaking
Faith is crumbling, words are breaking
Torn up hope and spirits broken,
Muting people when words are spoken,
Time is racing against a pen,
And I wonder once again,
Who is weak, and who is strong?
Who is right, and who is wrong?
And I wish, whilst blood is dr