On page as fresh a winter's breeze is found
It seeps inside a mind through strange facades
Harsh truths and prophecy sing kind ballade
A book is more than symbols tightly bound.
The screams adjoin a crowd who can't accept
Intolerant the voices from afar
Burning words as if it kills a memoir
Unfeeling people claim they never wept.
We know the truth or think that one exists
A world aswirl with jargon, myth, and tale
Beyond us all, we do the best we can.
Write it down to form a vivid resist
The scales from eyes will fall and then unveil
A hope for those who fear to choose unban.