Journalist

I told the truth
they want me silent.

I wrote to warn.
I wrote to show.
But truth don’t trend
it fades too slow.

Where is the line
between what’s right
and what we hide
to make it right?

I told the truth
they want me silent.
We crossed it once
and now it’s gone.

They said it’s kind.
They said it’s just.
But kindness cracked
and turned to dust.

Where is the line
between what’s fair
and what we choose
not to declare?

I told the truth
they want me silent.
Still I write
no matter what.

“That’s offensive.”
“He’s been cancelled.”
“You should know better.”
“Not platformed here.”
“This is hate.”

I told the truth
they want me silent.

We were taught:
Independence.
Truth.
Diversity.
Transparency.
Responsibility.
Things crack
given time.

I once believed in open skies.
Now I write with shuttered eyes.

I told the truth
they want me silent.
Still I write
no matter what.

I told the truth
they want me silent.
Still I write
no matter what.