A thousand needles touch the skin,
When I look at their blank faces in pain.
My body moves,
But my mind races in vain.

Their expression etched.
In form and vision.
While people all around
try to draw their own conclusion.

The ache inside
pushes me to write,
that yesterday night
had been a ****** sight.

A thousand narrations fail to create the picture.
But the depth of their shaken but determined eyes,
Draw my emotions closer.
Their strength and unity scares the people that stand,
against their backs the creepy night stands.

The pretended anger makes the shady ones press the enter key,
And out the window goes all their humility.
But truth and always truth has prevailed,
And the center head firmly curtails,
The false anger hes already fed up of
With a polite reply,
He draws the dagger off.
Only truth and facts,
That support a just cause.

The burred ghosts will now.
cause the truth to shine.
And for all those who have false in their mind,
Let me tell you,
"Truth always Prevails."