A lot of dirt was done
A lot of secrets kept
A lot of scandalous moves
Under thick rugs were swept
When it's assumed there's no more meat
And the bones are dust
They're secure
To reinvent themselves
Create circles anew--
An unsuspecting bunch
Knowledge of facts are few
But in this time of open books
And fair use
Revelation's sure
A lot of moving on
A lot of great pretense
A lot of greener grass
On their side of the fence
Mostly displayed, hoping to dismay
Those standing on concrete.
Keeping up appearances
Makes footing so unsure
Thinking victims forgot
Is a temporary cure
For the shame to come
When unearthed truth hits the streets
A lot of ease is felt
A lot of knees have knelt
A lot of punches were thrown
Below the belt
But, a temporary loss of wind
Is not a permanent state
It only stills the voice
But leaves the mind intact
The injured do regroup
Their tales retain the facts
To resurrect at will (or whim)
They always have a choice
They will get their chance
A lot of innocents
A lot of hope-filled hearts
A lot of clueless eyes
A lot of poisoned darts
Stand at the ready, to be quickly thrown
Should arrogance commence
Should hands, unclean, throw rocks
They'll become building blocks of
Platforms, filter-free
No deadbolts, latches, locks
Assembled by those never privy
To grace or recompense
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