A Truth may flourish if it’s nourished well
to free your mind, but if Truths so taught
are turned to songs of arms or sacred spells.
They may kindle blaze in crowds, bespot
the despots or untell the lies of tyrants,
invoke the bully’s wish to quell dissent
with a force of death or disappearance
into labor camps with savage torment.
A Truth may set you free unless the vice
of autocrats, who drench your voice in pain
that ripple through your muscle, veins; and ice
of tyranny forever clean those stains
from fabrics weaved of lies and cruelty
Thus Truth is lost to ambiguity.
Vēritās vōs līberābit
Arturo Souto
Today I host dVerse Open Link – Live edition. Come and visit us at 3PM EST, link up any one of your poem, or please participate in the live event to read your poem, or maybe just listen.
My poem is an old sonnet that I have rewritten for this event.
December 8, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A great poem, Bjorn. The truth that gets twisted and ambiguous is the worst kind. Seems there is always a lot of that going around!
This is absolutely stellar writing, Bjorn! The poem is perfect for the season and the image “ice of tyranny, ” is so strong and apt here! Thank you so much for a warm and lively OLN Live 💜💜
Too much lost truth floating around these days. (K)
A rickety age, precarious for its flooding half-truths. That we could live in no uncertain terms again. Perhaps climate catastrophe will burn away the ambiguity.
You created lovely poetry from the ugly truths of tyranny, bigotry, bullying. Bravo.
I so enjoy our “in person” meetups!
A very powerful crescendo and swirl of words, certainly felt, but also recognized. A very great write.
Powerful!
So well-written, Björn. We live in a time when truth definitely has been lost to ambiguity. And sometimes complete lies that too many people believe.
dramatic telling, I’ve seen conspiracy theories float around like “sacred spells” they are poison pills!
Truth should be everything. A powerful capture.
Who would have thought truth could be twisted into ambiguity. Truly reflective of the times we live in.