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 ...