PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

The reflection of all that I despise,

The cynical and pretentious gaze, a slap in the face!

Enough to be jailed and imprisoned,

For the devilish audacity of not staying silent.

In the words I hurl, there’s fire and thorn,

Each sentence an arrow, each verse a path,

And even if silence is the command,

The truth I carry will not be concealed.

I cannot bear the feigned mask,

Nor the hypocrisy that stamps itself on the face,

And even if it costs me my freedom,

I’d rather shout, unafraid of the truth.

The reflection of what I despise is what I face,

In the daily battle, in my torment,

And if prison is the price to pay,

So be it, but I shall never be silent.

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