Truth Poem by Nkwain Stephen

Under the shelter of silence
I take refuge.
Quietude is my ransom.
Yes! If I open my mouth,
The odour of my words
Will lure beheaders.
If I spice and perfume my words,
The words will reflect not
This bleeding misery.
I will not nod like a lizard.
In such glowing moments,
I will coat not the truth,
I will economise not the truth
I will die with it.
I will paint no wrong picture
And under the shelter of silence
I take refuge