By Atok Dan
A quest
for a hidden truth
Dead or
alive,
It is conspicuous
Alive in
the minds and hearts of disciples
In the
bloodstream of its martyrs
Its saints
and holy souls adore it
Power could
severely trash it dead,
But isn’t
enough,
Its tongue
and flame still glow brighter,
Under the
helm of power abuse
Even under
the carpet of an evil system
Choruses
of its impact set them bare-chested,
Naked and
desperate for its discovery
Relays fears
to power
Its followers
suffer from jinx and abuses
Gays and
lesbians,
Straights
and bisexuals,
None is a friend
All suffer
under a quest for a hidden truth
It is a
twin to Jupiter and justices,
It only resides on paper
We only
found truth written on paper
Nor
democrats,
Or even
socialists never love seeing it done
Let’s
never talk of capitalism,
It’s all
about greed that murders the truth
Dead or alive,
All in all,
The truth still survives traumas posed by power
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