SPEAK

© RYAN GUILEY

It is time for me to speak,

As I no longer live in fear,

Time to break the news leak,

They will stop it, as they interfere.

 

Why is it when I speak?

They change the subject fast?

Did you know, I am not weak?

Can’t accept the truth from the past.

 

Why do they block my poems?

So only a few can read them?

Do they want them to evaporate like foam?

Are the worried, the world will be at the hems?

 

A storm sure did visit my town,

It was for more truth of what I found,

Again, why don’t they let me have a voice?

Are they afraid of me making some noise?

 

Are they afraid of me taking a stand?

To tell the truth of the corrupt lands,

What I believe in, but what is also true,

They assume I wouldn’t know the view.

 

There is only one picture that is drawn,

Not to misdirect people or use them as pawns,

There was a reason why I never trusted,

If I did, no one would have gotten busted.

 

Did you think, I am letting this pass?

Did you think I would forget the marks?

Well, it’s time to confront it very fast,

Where people can enjoy life, like at the parks.

 

You can deny and shake your heads,

But the truth will come out instead,

Can’t face reality and the true facts,

A shake up, where you won’t each other backs.