ART, the uncensored voice

A ground for freedom of expression,

Expressed in its truest intention.

Where pens, colours and brushes,

Notes, sounds and stages obey.

Following the ruling the artist conveys,

The torn pages and scripts may hide,

But in the final stroke, the truth will ride.

It is a whisper that becomes a shout,

The subtle images pushing the censor out.

The marble figure with a broken chain,

The dancer’s body curving through the pain.

Every drop of Ink covers the scars,

Each line is like the strings of a guitar.

It speaks of shadow, but it speaks of light,

The only weapon in the dead of the night.

It cannot acclaim the easy lie,

It cannot trade its spirit for the high.

It cost the approval of a gentle hand,

With a wild and untamed demand,

The ink is dry, the canvas is set,

The voice is freed and we can't unhear it yet.

Worldpulse has given us a platform where can share our stories and not be judged, a platform for our voices to be heard. A place where our art can change a people. Don't stop speaking your truth.