Monday, February 27, 2012

the hall of shame

i said i'm right

But no one heard me

My path belongs to light

But they'll kill me

I was a witness but it wont count

their gods are of lies but truth comes around

The day they laughed at my weakness

they hid their cowardice

when they mocked my humility

they proved their malice

their trees bear fruits of spite and hate

crumbling saplings at an alarming rate

I'll tell you the story, pray listen

But it wont help if tears glisten

I saw a cruel deed and i spoke

I spoke to reveal their master stroke

They killed hope in its purest form

they plunged into its heart a thorn

the girl was young innocent alone

her dreams through her her dark eyes shone

They surrounded her in sinister desires

yto cool their savage apirit of fires

now im in front of you

listen to the truth and act, i beg you.

dont let the single voice of reason

die, dont replace it with treason

you are men of honour, courage and wisom

dont bow your head in might's kingdom

so what they are large in numbers

salvage the truth before it crumbles

they stand with their riches beauty and false standards

remove the curtain theyre coward monsters

let the halls of justice not be maligned

let your children see how truth you define

let not our past our present betray

let the path of might not lead us astray

let no girl with hopes agin be crushed

let her innocent dream not be hushed

let men be honoured only by truth

let us be deaf to the language uncouth

let us forge a heart of steel

let no one our right to speak steal

let us grow a tree of respect

let us an honest world beget

let no witness be woeful like me

let not the violent soul go free

let us sing tales that inspire

let each spirit have a spirit to inquire

i rest my case your honour

now you decide, what you honour.

2 comments:

  1. Honour is in doing your duty truthfully. I am reminded of the lines from the poem An essay on man by the great poet Alexander pope
    "Honour a shame from no condition rise;
    Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
    Fortune in men has some small diff`rence mad`
    One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade;"

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