Who is this clown
who dares to speak
truth to power
and power for the weak?
All truth is threatening
if it suggests that I’m wrong
but if it is silenced
I can still feel so strong.
Angry questions
mounting lies
block your ears
and close your eyes.
Lion heart
prophet voice
fragile body
conscious choice.
Blackened eyes
broken tooth
swollen lips
silent truth.
Sacred offering
proffered cheek
pinioned hands
nailed feet.
Human love
slaughtered lamb
broken body
bang, bang, bang.
Truth can be mocked
you can spit in its face
you can laugh at its weakness
you can crush every trace.
But truth it lives
it never will die
murder and bury it
and still it will rise.
for truth’s not a theory
you can trap in a book
and its more than theory
your scholars forsook
it’s a woman, it’s a man,
with tears in her eyes
with blood on his hands
it’s a woman, it’s a man,
with love in her eyes,
with holes in his hands,
Understand?
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