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?


This is amazing, well said and sadly so true.