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.
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