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Truth held her tongue

Shuddering, timid and weak

Kneeling to power

 

For too long subdued

By weaponry of the state

Built on the Big lie

 

For too long crouching

Convinced she could not win

Against the mighty

 

For too long ruled

By bigotry and sly greed

She  lifted the stone

 

Now we have a sling

Giving voice to the voiceless

Through phone and fibre

 

Empires will fall

When crowds speak truth to power

By choosing their mark

 

The David within

Dormant for too long

 

vegetable soup

He had shone his shoes to a sheen with the residue of polish, excited to be returning to school.

Some of his friends bragged about their holidays.

He quietly still savoured the taste of vegetable soup. It had been a while since he had eaten a decent meal.

He loved school, but it was not only because of what he learnt.

He dreamt about food.

He was the last to climb into the bus.

He was the first to be hauled out amidst those haunting screams.

The bus– barely recognisable on its side, smouldering after the fire.

Twenty lives taken!