Whistleblowers
Whistleblowers
I do not want to know a thing about whatever they tell me it is tainted
by self interest and veiled threats if you do not agree with the official
politics you must be a lover of the enemy. When a leader says: Those
who are not for me are against me.” You know free speech has lost,
in your own town, because the pressure to conform is a dragnet and
if you cannot accept this simple but lethal dictum, you are doomed yet
blessed by your moral compass it is clear as the summer sky in August.
But it is hard to not follow the stream to be different and you will ask
is it worth this misery I suffer for a little bit of truth when a sweet lie
could have made your life pleasant and with many important friends.
But you know your life will not be good you betrayed yourself and
your conviction for a soft sofa and a picture in the paper.
The worst thing a man can do is to betray his own believes what he
knows to be true and losing his soul.
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