{"id":2430,"date":"2015-12-05T04:42:52","date_gmt":"2015-12-05T04:42:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2430"},"modified":"2015-12-05T04:45:00","modified_gmt":"2015-12-05T04:45:00","slug":"truth-kills-kings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/truth-kills-kings\/","title":{"rendered":"Truth Kills Kings"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Ashraf<\/a>
Ashraf Fayyad is condemned to death for apostasy in Saudi Arabia.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

\u201cTruth is dangerous. It topples palaces and kills kings. It stirs gentle men to rage and bids them take up arms. It wakes old grievances and opens forgotten wounds. It is the mother of the sleepless night and the hag-ridden day. And yet there is one thing that is more dangerous than Truth. Those who would silence Truth\u2019s voice are more destructive by far.<\/p>\n

It is most perilous to be a speaker of Truth. Sometimes one must choose to be silent, or be silenced. But if a truth cannot be spoken, it must at least be known. Even if you dare not speak truth to others, never lie to yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

~ Frances Hardinge, Fly by Night<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\n

Dedicated to Ashraf Fayyad, poet in Saudi Arabia who is being condemned to death. Mohammed Harbi in Egypt who is making a collection of poems as part of the campaign “Save A poet With a poem” – this is my contribution…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Truth Kills Kings<\/h1>\n

More powerful than the sword, the truth kills kings,
\nWho seek to silence it, spill the inkwell dry,
\nKill the poet who writes of the ugliness:
\nRefuses to write of beauty of flowers:
\nSheds no blood but his own in his one man war.<\/p>\n

Tyranny comes from fear: let us be feared
\nNot by children in schools who read our writing
\nFor words are not bombs that rain death from the sky
\nBut an eruption of ideas for the minds
\nThat seeks the truth in darkened rooms and nations
\nThat’s spoken truest by those who died for speaking.<\/p>\n

Reference:<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Reuters<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cTruth is dangerous. It topples palaces and kills kings. It stirs gentle men to rage and bids them take up arms. It wakes old grievances and opens forgotten wounds. It is the mother of the sleepless night and the hag-ridden day. And yet there is one thing that is more …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[702,102,120,233],"tags":[286,2545,2547,2549,2546,2551,2548,2550],"class_list":["post-2430","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arab-spring","category-islam","category-non-rhyming-poems","category-writers","tag-100tpc","tag-ashraf-fayyad","tag-death-sentence","tag-freedom-of-speech","tag-saudi-arabia","tag-save-a-poet-with-a-poem","tag-truth-kills-kings","tag-writers-without-frontiers","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Dc","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2514,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/truth-told-in-all-tongues\/","url_meta":{"origin":2430,"position":0},"title":"Truth Told in All Tongues","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"31st January 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"The truth is told in all tongues To all folk in each and every land Spoken in the way and outlook of the listener So that each may understand. None is told the full story Though each thinks that they are Prove their ignorance in fighting over their knowledge As\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Moral"","block_context":{"text":"Moral","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/moral\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"All faiths contain a little truth. No faith knows all. If we learn from each other, we then piece all the parts of the truth together. Each knows what they need to know, told to them through their belief system in a language that they will understand.","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Book-of-the-Dean-of-Lismore.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Book-of-the-Dean-of-Lismore.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Book-of-the-Dean-of-Lismore.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x"},"classes":[]},{"id":4966,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/shore-road-to-roscam-abbey\/","url_meta":{"origin":2430,"position":1},"title":"Shore Road to Roscam Abbey","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"30th April 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"https:\/\/youtu.be\/XbJhhzLYJQs I walked upon an ancient road Slowly taken now by the sea, The Atlantic tides ebbed and flowed I walked the line of seaweed. Thought I, while stumbling on pebbles there too And rocks, and gravel much like shale, In a summer breeze was hard to do Never mind\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Longford"","block_context":{"text":"Longford","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/ireland\/longford\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/XbJhhzLYJQs\/0.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":222,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/king-congals-grief\/","url_meta":{"origin":2430,"position":2},"title":"King Congal\u2019s Grief","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"11th January 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Congal, the proud king, his wife a prince bore Alas, in giving to her son his life She lost hers, tragic the tale for telling A son the King gained but he lost his wife. What to him the tragedy brought, asked he: Reason to him the reason could not\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Celts and Celtic Heritage"","block_context":{"text":"Celts and Celtic Heritage","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/celts-and-celtic-heritage\/"},"img":{"alt_text":" King Congal was an ancient semi-legendry king of Irelands north Lenster area known at the time as Taffia, afterwards Annally and todaystraddles the modern counties of Longford and Westmeath. This poem tells of the loss of his wife, how he found a new wife, and its eerie parralless with King Edward of England and Wallis Simpson!","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/01\/Druids-Daughter-and-the-King.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1143,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/poem-for-a-nyeuck\/","url_meta":{"origin":2430,"position":3},"title":"Poem for a Nyeuck","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th November 2010","format":false,"excerpt":"A smart word for everyone And for strangers a disparaging look He sits making himself heard to all With a skit, hes known as the nyeuck. But little has he to offer Bar the skit and the laugh Truth is maybe he fells not complete That of all others he\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Stinging Fly Spat"","block_context":{"text":"Stinging Fly Spat","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/writing\/stinging-fly-spat\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":5081,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-unlikely-rebel\/","url_meta":{"origin":2430,"position":4},"title":"The Unlikely Rebel","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"26th September 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"Softly spoken, without the braggarts yell, His words echo far, the truth they tell, Bring all to their feet, in support or rage Michael D has the stage... No offense was meant and none was taken, Yet the foundations themselves were shaken As the fa\u00e7ade of Northern Ireland they want\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Ireland"","block_context":{"text":"Ireland","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/ireland\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/president.ie\/images\/made\/fb667366461bb66f\/pic14316_1024_683_95_s.jpg?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/president.ie\/images\/made\/fb667366461bb66f\/pic14316_1024_683_95_s.jpg?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/president.ie\/images\/made\/fb667366461bb66f\/pic14316_1024_683_95_s.jpg?resize=525%2C300&ssl=1 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/president.ie\/images\/made\/fb667366461bb66f\/pic14316_1024_683_95_s.jpg?resize=700%2C400&ssl=1 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":1040,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/breaching-the-veil\/","url_meta":{"origin":2430,"position":5},"title":"Breaching the Veil","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"3rd October 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Death creeps like a shadow and darkens our lives... In time the truth we see The shadow is cast by the unseen light Of the soul that now is free On our passing, we through the darkness will pass One again, once again, we will be. This poem was published\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Books"","block_context":{"text":"Books","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/books\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]}],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2430","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2430"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2430\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2433,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2430\/revisions\/2433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2430"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2430"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2430"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}