The Trial

Where there are leaks, where truth comes out, there are always those who hound those who seek to expose the darkness to the light, and in many forms, there are always trials, which may look official, but are ways in which those seduced by the dark side try to harangue and bully others into silence. It happens all the time, and today it is grey suited officialdom, looking most proper and correct, asking and asking questions - and unaware, ignored, or uncaring of the fact that they are bullies, bullies with power, who cannot be called out and exposed because they meet away from public gaze to deliberate. Only occasionally do they appear in public, questioning the communist or the witch, and then we see them as the monsters they truly are. But we all have that within ourselves, and it is our moral duty to be self-aware and not be drawn into such an inner circle as that.

The Trial

Question: Are you, or ever have you been...
A communist, a witch, whatever is seen
To be the enemy, devoid of all rights:
Against those, there are the fights;
And it can be a committee, a small group,
A cabal. But if you are there, in the soup,
Before those faces, accused on trial,
There will be not one friendly smile;
A leak from government, it’s a shame -
But there must be someone to blame;
Because that is all that matters, not truth,
When they just want to pull a bad tooth,
And hide the evidence, so all comes right,
At any rate, in the media and public sight;
Lies, lies, lies, an inquisition covers it,
And will not cease, will not acquit:
Tears, streaming down the victim’s face,
At the accusations, making their case;
Monsters, yes, and we all have that
Within ourselves, to stroke the cat
While reaching out to strangle another:
This is the age of bullies, of Big Brother,
And deceit, to play the power game
Without mercy, keepers of the flame;
And in Toledo, the pendulum swings
Above the pit, protecting their kings;
Creatures of darkness, of the night:
And so often in shadow, out of sight.