my conscience is unswerving
I know now what must be done.
Write of a hero’s tale, a story of a corrupted man
who had no will anymore to reap all the rewards
of a criminal mind shifting monies for some elite crowd
to be ensuring their bounty unbelievable in size,
was well hidden, no taxes implied.
But what I was left with was a conscience
pricked one day when I saw that list
one filled by so-called political dignitaries
one upon one
down a hideously long page.
My heart sank
to believe so much crime
right up to the house – what a debacle
no hope for a war-less life.
There is a war-less life possible,
but who am I to cry
for I spent a decade shifting
a criminal crew’s bounty side to side.
Now I find drugs
was an underpinning of their source
what next – prostitution
and childhoods destroyed.
My life is so ugly, unbearable with shame
I know no newsworthy article will surface
they own each one without any truth
be to their name.
So surely ‘whistle blower’,
that will be their cry
when in fact I know first hand
it is the name used by them
when in fact
it should read ‘cover up again’.
August 1st, 2013
Tags: Loss
