General Discussion

There once was a person who knew
Of harm done to some - quite a few.
But they chose not to tell,
And that silence, as well,
Made them part of the wrong that ensued.

If a hint or a shadow you see
Of a child hurt in secrecy,
You must speak, you must shout,
Bring the matter right out—
For to hold it is morally key.

There are folks who hold files in their hands,
Public servants with power and commands.
When they hide what they’ve learned,
Every back that they’ve turned
Writes a stain no procedure remands.

A process can look clean and tight,
All “rules” set to get justice right.
But one must always ask
Who benefits from the task—
Is it victims, or those out of sight?

There’s a trail that divides wrong from right,
A bright line drawn in ethical light.
Some step up, some step back,
And integrity’s track
Shows who fled and who rose to the fight.