The Untouchables

They sit in their thrones ruling the lands and yet now their secrets have been spilled

They  try to wash the marks from their hands but stains remain where power has killed.

Robbing innocence of their life

Robbing adults of their country

What is left behind

A dictatorship

A fallacy

We ask for truth; they give us dust.

We ask for justice; they hide the trail.

We ask for safety; they sell us trust

tied tight with locks that are concealed

And still they sit above our cries,

untouched, unshaken, sanitized

protected by the very lies

that leave the rest of us compromised.

Their silence becomes the nation’s cage,

their comfort built on our decay

and in the margins of every page

the same question burns its way:

Who keeps them safe?

and why do we pay?