The Whistleblower

Of that there is no matter of doubt When the truth pursuits justice He, the man claims as defender In his never -ending agony An art which thou cannot see Thy sentences unknown to thee. To cease what is wrong, is prejudice, is lie The truth be never swallowed, be never shadowed In partial blindness for universal good The truth is clear but not understood. For defenders, the truth is death To reveal what is hidden -a fatal truth Questions be solved by the single fact But the Opposers forbids the voices of the Candors They rebel, they refused to hear They tried to hide the truth in madman 's mouth The defenders may hide from justice The truth may cover from demise But the truth may live again For the truth never dies.