Kinyugo

In the shadows, Kinyugo stood,

Truth's bearer in a world of wood,

His words sharp, cutting through the air,

Revealing depths that none would dare.

But as he spoke, the silence grew,

In eyes averted, fear it drew,

For truth's embrace, too raw, too real,

Unveiled the wounds that none could heal.

People, they sought their soothing lies,

A tranquil mask, beneath which lies

The comfort of a dream so sweet,

Where truth's jagged edges can't compete.

Kinyugo, with burdened heart,

Watched as they chose to drift apart,

From honesty's unyielding grip,

Into the safety of falsehood's ship.

The night, it fell, and he could see,

The weariness in their eyes, yet free

From the turmoil that truth could bring,

In a world that prefers the song to sing.

So, he whispered in the fading light,

For those who'd listen in the night,

Embracing truth's unforgiving roar,

Knowing some crave it, even more.