Lost Veracity


How does it feel to live in a country,
That proclaims itself to be a democracy,
But is lined with a series of laws,
That prevent you from putting forth your words?

There’s article something for sedation,
Secularism is removed from education,
Then, there’s contempt of court.
Journey to the truth? Mission abort. 

I’m not talking about just one nation,
This issue is international.
Don’t blame the journalists for not trying,
To bring out the truth, they are dying. 

There’s one beautiful girl I know,
Seeds of unbiased news, she tried to sow.
But what can one struggling girl do,
When her editor says no?

And the same goes for a million others,
But their voices are smothered.
Do you think the court will help? 
They are sleeping on politicians’ lap.

How many journalists have died? 
How many are declared suicide? 
How rare is justice? 
Truth shall stay a mystery. 

So do we raise our voice,
And invite our own demise?
Or should we turn a blind eye,
And unhear the honest cries? 

Inspiration: Amu

PS. I started blogging ’cause she started to. Also, I got my first internship because she wanted to. One of the most ambitious women I know, and obviously my dearest friend.

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Shhh… You might be next.

Poetry, Writer life

Life isn’t a horror movie,
It’s so much more worse.
A cross can’t protect you,
Neither can the holy thread.
They might be the very thing that kills,
And we have no idea what heals.

We are all safe and sound,
Until we open our eyes,
To horrors this world hold.
Then, there’s no going back.
Either you zip you mouth, kill your soul,
Or you stand and fight, be killed.

You see all the crimes in the world,
All that you have seen and read,
They not all that bad,
Compared to what’s hidden inside.
The organized crimes by powerful people,
Open your mouth, you’re below the ground.

Male guardianship in Saudi Arabia,
Child prostitution in Asia,
Gun law in the States,
And all the stuff we don’t know yet.
The very people who appear to be fighting it,
Could be the ones keeping it alive.

So, close your eyes tight, don’t open.
You see it and you’re doomed.
So many activists, so many reporters,
Have vanished without a trace.
So, shut your mouth and hide,
Shhh… you might be next.

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