I penned 8 poems this summer, which would bring my lifetime total to, ummm, maybe 10? It really felt great to express my feelings in this manner – and I plan to write more. Here is one dedicated to all the truth tellers out there, with the sincerest desire for the War on Whistle blowers to end quickly and peacefully.
Whistle blower, whistle blower out on a limb They promised you safety, didn’t teach you how to swim. Now the sharks are circling, waiting for you to fall in. Perched high upon your branch, you never stood a chance. The apathetic mob below, neither friend nor foe only those seeking amusement or the promise of security at the cost of your happiness and pursuit of liberty. Whistle blower, whistle blower out on a limb A strong wind is coming in to deliver you to Him or put you away forever and a day. They’ll jail you or assail you, take you to the funny farm or let you inflict self-harm. Since suicide is the goal. Easy, once it swallows you whole. To escape the pain and insanity, professional hypocrites sent your way. Whistle blower, whistle blower out on a limb You’re barely noticeable, you’re a beacon that’s dim. Nobody stops to assist you. They only pause to inflict you, with a poison of an epidemic of apathy or polemic.