Poetry from Prison: Truth

Forcefully suppressed, long and hard

Burned and charred with total disregard

Buried so deep, you would think it extinct

A legend, a fable, once distinct

Under the surface it boils away

Never revealing night or day

Rumbling and grumbling it grows in intensity

Roaring and thundering with maximum ferocity

Erupting forth with might and power

Vanquishing falsehood within the hour

Over time its fury will relent

Showering with mercy those who repent

Buds of piety, again will grow

As truth and justice begin to flow

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The poem is evidently about truth; it can never be totally eliminated. The more it is hidden, the more it is sought after. The more it is suppressed, the greater the pressure for it to burst open.

The idea is portrayed via the metaphor of a volcano. Under the surface it boils away unknown. Then it erupts and causes chaos, but after the initial chaos it nourishes the land around it, making the soil rich in minerals. Due to this the land is fertile and green - thriving with life.

The poem is written such that it reads like a volcano. It begins gradually, then the pressure builds, thereafter it erupts and finally it is pleasant.

Written by an imprisoned Muslim; from one slave of Allah to another….

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