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



The wind had changed direction and almost subsided now.

Some of the dust had settled on her tear-streaked face. Her

belongings lay strewn like a tossed box of matches.

She had no forewarning of the destruction that would be unleashed.

As the new year broke, someone called her real name. …..