Poetry: The Truth Land

           THE TRUTH LAND 
How has the mighty planet fallen!
From their own orbit and axis?
Tell it no more in the streets of Truth Land
Lest, the voice of the Pineis rejoice.

How has the Moon been churlish too,
Scattering the daughters of Truth Land
And splitting them in reckless abandon.
Such that they become just a speck in the universe
Like a lonely gravel in the seashore.
With unheard voices unheeded
To pleas not tended, and
Joys espousing cicatrices of injustice.
So then, from whence cometh your attendance, oh Moon?

How is the tongue of the infants being cut off
With sharp knives of tongues.
That they could no longer communicate with their mothers.

Oh, the shadows of enlightenment.
Only with cut tongues do these curbs hurry off to you,
Just to find doctors stitching their tongue with tongues.
The walls of enlightenment!
How much have you shunned these curbs
And have enlivened tongs to pick up tongues
To foil their half tongue?
These infants have become dumb
But not deaf,
out of fear of the sinister of punishment
Which openly lurks in your structures.

Oh, the Media, too.
Has joined the league of churlishness
So pathetic, how you have
Diversified the lips of Truth Land
in your honest course.
Should it not be one?
Should we not be one?

Alas! The brow of reparation!
In these same enlightened Walls
Yet, which lip to be, perhaps, has caused
great dissension among Truth Landers.

This course did Adaka fight.
Among his kinsmen, comes betrayal.
The freedom our heroes so sought,
Exists only in our minds.
Minds that are the heart of darkness.
Rumbling sentiments flocking the course of unity.
How then can there be oneness?

If, the winds of restoration
Blowing into the curriculum be sincere
Of course, they are!
Then, embrace it wholeheartedly
Both beast and man.
For me, it's no option
Rather than our tongue be tongue
And Truth Land be true.

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