The hands are tied, mouth gagged,
The criminal dragged to his cell.
Who will chain the thoughts running,
Through the tunnels of his mind?

Forgotten lay the bodies of the prisoners,
Innocent in the midst of their crime.
None can hold down the will of a bird,
Though the bird may be fierce and wild.

There is no jail to bind the thoughts,
For they are already bound by reason.
Free run these words we speak carelessly,
So meaningless and always so broken.

This prisoner’s only mistake was,
To speak the depths of his thoughts,
With words that cut as sharp as knives,
Icy cold, but only with the voice of truth.

These mistakes we make so kindly,
As though a lesson must be learned,
Yet learn nothing in the wake of darkness,
But the truth remains naught but the truth.

Yet, what is this truth spoken so bluntly,
When the words cannot move the world?
Nothing stands at the feet of power,
Where truth can be turned into lies.

No one cares to remember mereĀ  mortals,
When Gods are born to rule the world.
These Gods who hold power in their fists,
Yet care not as they sacrifice innocence.

Are they crimes committed in the face of these lies?
Or is it the voice of justice striving to be heard?
No matter the cause, the prisoners are lined up,
And shot in the head, one by one, for their voice.


I guess I was inspired by George Orwell’s book, “1984” to write the above piece. I still remember the nightmares I got while reading it about the Thought Police. Brilliant book though! One of my favorites. Well, pondering it over a little more, I guess I’ve been inspired by history as well. There is so much massacre in every revolution, every uprising. It is quite a wonder.

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