You Come Out of the Woodwork

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My wife and I have had long discussions about this unfortunate situation, We both agree that powerful men, as do most men, sometimes think with the wrong head, and take advantage of their powerful positions. Women, especially young and impressionable ones, are drawn into the environment, and are sexually used by these powerful people, who think they are above the law.

Just because these men are now being exposed (no pun intended) doesn't mean this is going to stop. Society, parents, teachers, friends and others must help make these young women aware that such things happen. Even with open eyes, some will be overcome and believe they are different and these powerful men care for them; it's human nature. When that happens, there's nothing else that society can do. As is always true, personal responsibility and knowledge is the first line of defense fo everything. The poorly educated, and ill informed, are the first to fall to temptation.

You Come Out of the Woodwork
By Franklin Price 
12/4/2017

You come out of the woodwork
Some from many years ago
Looking for the spotlight
For the fifteen minute show

Look what now is happening
When you to tell your youthful tale 
Others  jump the wagon
And the numbers make me pale 

Many of you justified
Others stretch your youthful views
To degrade some reputations
Have your names within the news 

Shame on you who waited
And let others feel the same
For whatever was the reason 
Did not spread the pervert's name

Some would profit in the process
When the power copped a feel
Were paid off with the big bucks,
Money made it no big deal

Now that it's the thing to do,
You expose the nasty guys
Point the finger at them 
Claim it's them that you despise

A score more may have followed you
But if you were the first
You should not be the hero
For not telling, should be cursed

If you were the first abused,
What the pervert did was wrong 
If you had stood up firmly then
Others could not sing your song

The blame is on  the dirt at first
For those who followed, some's on you
Would have saved the shame, of some of them,
If you had stood when times were new

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