My words came with breeze of coolness
My words became a life with no offence
As to aim on the stumbling rock of offence
Yet, my peace I struggled with all tenderness of heart

The offence came like a wind pipe
The words like of an innocent child
A brute force from the offenders assails
All just in a bid to take cover, on the offensive

My heart got no wrinkle with all battering
Yet, they said I admitted to being wrong
Rend my mind away from all their plots
Yet, they took me for accepting a defeat


My words; all the spear I got in the arsenal
"No, he wont have the right to speak", they yelled
How I stood leaning and wanting to be evoked
But theres no router strong to deflect my connection

If the lies prevail, can the truth stands?
If the truth is shaken, can the lie prevails?
Either way, the truth remains the truth
All offenders only stand the test of time

Let my words be
The offence is for a while
As the offender runs out of time
To all is time and season under heaven

To the peckers on all my rafters
To the needle like chisels that prick my pebbles
All to no form, I'm all in formation
I'll embrace you to win you over to this form





© Sir Taitophil