Honest Voice Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A lie whispers, soft and deep,
That crowds know truths they always keep.
But sun shines not on every face,
Nor wisdom finds in every place.

The many stumble, hand in hand,
Across a dim and shadowed land.
While lonely voices, clear and bright,
Cry out for truth and guiding light.

Can numbers make a wrong thing right?
Or darkness banish morning's light?
No! Let the heart, though small and lone,
Seek truth until its course is known.

For wisdom's flame, a fragile spark,
Can light the world, though fierce and dark.
So stand against the surging tide,
And let your honest voice abide.

T.M.Solvang