◆The Barbaric Yawp Project

I tell the Truth — but not by force — The Nation favors louder proof — Flags — and the stomp of Certainty — I choose — another method — Truth enters — quietly — Like Light — through a seam — You say — the Crowd decides the Right — I answer — Conscience does — They call it Madness — to doubt the Roar — They call it Treason — to think alone — Much Madness — is divinest Sense — when Numbers fail — Power loves Display — You build your Walls of Sound — and call them Strength — I place one Word — and wait — Because the Truth — delivered straight — would wound — So I speak — obliquely — to spare what still can hear — This is not Retreat — It is — Refusal — The Soul — remains — its own.