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If Truth had a tongue All your armies, all your men All your hate, against a pen Struggling poet Broken words Cold still coffee Broken birds Against a boy- stone in hand Tightening hands on rubber band In his eyes see brightening hope To strengthen (still) the breaking rope Of justice, rights and human love As airplanes hover up above And I wonder, hands are shaking Faith is crumbling, words are breaking Torn up hope and spirits broken,   Muting people when words are spoken, Time is racing against a pen, And I wonder once again, Who is weak, and who is strong? Who is right, and who is wrong? And I wish, whilst blood is dr