Dirge

Little lies will make it better
Justify the status quo
The image of one,
Raised up upon the backs of many
Sweat labour and deceit

There are secrets whispered behind closed doors
Private meetings
Not for the working man
Action comes from a swift and steady hand
Self-assured
The lines of ethics blurred

A call for action
Silenced in a second
A call for justice
Never makes it past the door

Questions left unanswered
Stones left unturned
Blind investigations
Produce only negations of complaints
The guilty left uncharged.