new truths

New truth and lies

 There had been a war that lasted five years

All musical instrument had been confiscated

People are not supposed to enjoy themselves 

When the enemy rapes it,

Pencils, paper and typewriter had also been

Handed in some crazy people may write

The truth and hand sheets of papers around

For an ironic reason, they were called traitors.

 From dark basements, people came running out,

Freedom and music can anything be sweeter

And for a sort time, everyone was equal but old

Political rivalry and lies saw the light of day.

Today we are bombarded by the fake truth

Newspapers sing from the same hymn sheet

It is time for dissenting voices from writers

And poets who know what the masses think

But are unable to express it coherently.

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