Can we tell every truth ?
Can we tell every truth ?
Can we write those ?
If I do, I shall suddenly be a stranger,
that nobody knows.
They might see me as a demon
who can feed its mother to the crows.
Society will scream like a priest,
“bury him with his twisted prose” !
So some truths we can never tell,
Keep those chained in our secret hell
like prisoners in rows.
(12.11.2023)
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