James Mclain Poet Rhyme

A Poem on Ethics, Silence, and the System

The system asked for Candor—
as if the Soul were Grain,
to pour upon their ledger-books
in tidy rows of Pain.

But Conscience keeps a chamber—
locked, and lit within,
and answers only when it must,
and never at their whim.

They call the Silent—“Lawless,”
they brand the Quiet—“Proud,”
yet Truth will not be summoned by
a magistrate—nor crowd.

For Ethics is a Lantern—
not carried for display;
it glows in choices no one sees,
when Power turns away.

And some—who wear the Laurel—
grow tarnished in its light,
for morals bend too easily
when Influence grows bright.

So keep your Counsel, softly—
let Judgment fall where due;
Contempt is not in Silence—
but in those who silence you.

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