The Gagged Tongue

 In shadowed halls where once the light burned free,

Truth stands accused, her mouth sewn shut with thread
Of fragile labels, spun from fear and dread
A single word can fell the ancient tree.
Speak of immortality’s slow decay,
Of virtues lost to fleeting, twisted fires,
Of hands that reach where sacred lines expire
And “homophobic” brands the truth a crime.

Gay banners wave, feminism’s blade gleams bright,
Abnormal vices dressed in rainbow light;
To question is to hate, to doubt is sin,
And silence falls where honest words begin.
Turn now to crescent moons and minarets tall,
Where veiled commands demand the faithful crawl
Speak of the chains, the blood, the silenced call,
And “intolerant” becomes the final wall.



No room to mourn the daughters lost in sand,
No space to name the sword that rules the land;
One whisper of dissent, one plea for light,
And tolerance itself demands your night.
Correct a woman gentle word, firm hand
And “narcissist” or “abuser” scars the man.
Her tears become the verdict, swift and grand;
His care is cast as cruelty in the sand.

No father’s voice may guide, no brother’s shield,
No husband’s truth allowed to be revealed
For in this age the scales are bent and blind,
And every gentle word is redefined.
The cherished pillars crack, the altars fall:
Faith, family, honour, duty once the all
Now mocked as relics, dusty, quaint, and small,
While chaos wears the crown within the hall.

Society’s soul erodes like cliffs by sea,
Each wave a label, each tide a decree;
What fathers taught, what mothers held in prayer,
Is swept away on currents of despair.

O Truth, once queen upon the marble throne,
Now beggar at the gate, your voice a moan.
The gag grows tighter, woven thread by thread,
Until the final word is left unsaid.
Yet in the quiet heart where courage hides,
A spark still burns unlabelled, undefiled.
One day the gag will tear, the tongue will rise,
And silenced truth reclaims her ancient skies.