02/08/11
10:34 pm
Apt. 2
The Whistle-blower
They brought her in.
A nameless lass from lowly beginnings,
A minion to the powerful,
A morsel of banality.
Yet today her voice resonates,
Roaring its echoes,
Proliferating through the hierarchy.
The unlikely yet
Most unassailable whistle blower
Struck words like arrowheads
Thrown in all directions
As if in primitive savagery.
A declaration of disgrace
Besmirching illustrious reputations.
As she torches the light in the dark tunnel of deceit
Let it be told
That and untold truth may impair no one
But falseness is death to one’s essence.
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