When exposing a crime,
is treated as committing a crime,
one thing is self evident in general.
You are being ruled by criminals.
I’d rather be a whistleblower
Fighting for the right
Then just another thistle grower
Plucking out of sight
A whistleblower blows to be
The keeper of our crimes
A thistle-mower painfully
Is catching hell at times
The whistleblower wants to break
The folk who fake on us
The thistle-grower wants to make
The poke redeem the pus
Oh cautiously but selflessly
The whistleblower blows
Oh warily but carefully
The thistle-grower goes
The whistleblower fearlessly
Is fanning freedom's flame
The thistle-grower tearfully
Is plucking just the same.
Always stating the obvious,
While others remain oblivious.
My barn is now full to the gills
With the sweet sounds of musical trills.
We’re making tin whistles
And writing epistles,
But it’s likely not paying the bills.
When I'm gone and I'm back
If it's true
Do not put me in the land
Of our hollow heroes.
Reinvent me;
Pass me through a lab no matter how crude
To become an inventor
Take me through the the furnace of war
Refine me into a real general.
Let me go through the sprawling fields
Where birds twirp to fill
An abundance of the earth,
Make me a scarecrow;
A whistleblower in the land
Not a pawn on the table of our heroes.
adahtony2019/03/29
A pugilist and a whistle-blower
I never thought much of boxing
but I liked Muhammad Ali`s forthrightness
steadfast stood against the storm of
hatred and vilification when he didn`t want
to join the Vietnam war even though
he was banned from pursuing his craft for
three years, the best years of his age.
It took a long time for me to embrace his courage.
It took time to untangle myself from the net
of lies and propaganda spewed by a submissive
press and find the truth and ill will behind
the mendacities of politics.
Now that the great on good hail him and mourn
his demise perhaps it is time to pardon
Edward Snowdon who exposed the dishonesties
of the establishment.
dwellings of myriad ragtag!
over the fluid moors I salute you
not hoping to see you again
till treasure of divine tings and syllables
greets the new dawn of calming noise
in shadowy slumber we remain
vaporizing as trees fall down
endlessly and expressly
averting a salvation
down the spiral of empty skulls
anarchist moods and petty pains
man is a silly thing made of flesh
not giving a damn in this mess
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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