Does It Hurt? - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Does it hurt when I write
A satire with true insight?
Does reality cut to pieces?
Is the idiocy so shameful,
The inhumanity so awful
That to laugh just numbs the senses?
For this world has lost it
Its own laws it forfeits
That to keep one's values is not normal.
When all wrong is made right
Then we all have lost sight
And tragedy is viewed as comical.
So damn would-be censors!
I'm writing what I'm here for.
No lie can block the truth on earth.
Words are fun but mighty
They may cut, probably
But know - what is true will always hurt.
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