Truth
by Jeremy Cassar Torregiani
to commemorate the death of Daphne Caruana Galizia,
martyred for truth on 16 October 2017
She looks at you quite calmly
never angry nor perturbed.
She looks at you, yet sharply
Your every move observed.
She knows you know
You know she knows
That it’s too late for you
The act was done
and cannot be
undone
and what was done is true!
She told us so,
many moons ago
about the way false men make hay
the sun shines on their faces…
about all their airs and many graces
Parading themselves as law abiding
yet from the law they shy, in hiding,
blocking the truth at every turn
to steal from us
what they could never earn
Black or white, red or green
the dice will land on 17
while anger will
confusion bring.
She smiles
she waits
she knows her thing.
Money, greed,
right or wrong
from who to heed the truthful song.
A noose tightens around their neck.
All hell breaks loose
as vultures peck!
The state no longer draped in graces
shamed instead like those tanned faces
that find themselves in dire straits
awaiting now their well wrought fate.
The sound of time,
the ticking clock
that struck before the fatal shock,
keeps ticking on
as it did before
It cost a pound,
but now costs more
Too late for her,
her time had come!
Too late for us,
the end’s begun.
At three fifteen the sound of thunder,
the end of mother nature’s wonder!
Yet time and truth are such good friends
that lies and cunning cannot bend.
In the end
you will be caught.
The battle won,
the battle fought.