rebirth of truth

[fledgist]

once we escape the bodyguard of lies

the world is changed and all the music there

though muffled once now seems to fill the air

with complex tones there are things we devise

to capture fact and bring it under eyes

most able to discern the true affair

scrutinise nature analyse the sphere

those who describe are those we call the wise

now past the moment when we were afraid

of shadows that reminded of the grave

waiting for naughty boys who dared to speak

first out of turn we view the prompt parade

of urgent messengers pretending brave

ready to yield the first blow to the meek