Truth has been stifled,
To come out as sighs,
Yet you have to accept,
That it never dies.
Since time immemorial,
Truth has vanquished falsehood,
Be it through a prophet,
a sage or someone liberal.
Should I talk of the fire-pit,
That failed to consume Abram,
or should I talk of the Cross,
that failed to kill the Spirit?
Must I speak of Moses,
Or Mary and Fatima,
Do I need to repeat all,
About Muhammad and Madinah?
Or shall I recount the bold one,
Who gulped down the hemlock;
Reiterate about the Prince,
Buddah - the enlightened person?
The tyrants of every time,
With their chosen flatterers,
Failed to overcome truth,
The odds did not matter.
I see 'Prometheus Unbound',
And 'The Light Brigade';
And know that truth always wins,
While falsehood has no ground.
Be it a sage or a warrior,
A soldier or conqueror,
The ink of the pen of truth,
Is holier than the martyr.
Deep Sigh of Truth
That deep sigh
from a well of water
it's echoes living
breathing truth
from mountain high
to trickle in streams
and in the night
of gentle dreams
will Truth ever quench
a thirsty prophet?
Truth will never
wash a blind eye
or hold the hand
of the earthy wise man.
yes, speak of fire-pits
that fail, speak of lie's
attempts to prevail
and tell me
of the deep blindness
of shrouds and veil
speak of unholy hell
tell me Truth's story
sing pure the psalms
of Righteousness
and let's take the quill
into the light
and let Truth
edit and rewrite.
Deborah Russell, 2002.