Good man accused for political purposes.
His first though was just to turn away, for the accusations had no ground
But no, that would not be the honest thing to do, to turn and say no more
For his accusers had sown quite wide their seeds of doubt in his integrity
And others, unknowing of the facts, might also fall into the trap they’d set
So defend himself he must, not for himself so much, for he was strong
But for a greater cause, for what he saw to be a weakness in all of man
When decisions must be made that require great strength, he knew
The weak defend their own inaction by faulting those who lead the charge
And so he stood his ground and reviewed the facts that proved his case
But to no avail it seemed at first, for the accusers’ ears were deaf to facts
They’d made accusations without facts and cared to hear none now
Oh, how comforting can be righteous indignation without facts
You see, those who saw a wrong in others could not see it in themselves
The facts from the accused, they must be wrong for his guilt was clear
It simply could not be that only they could see the damage that he’d done
He must be wrong, how else could this state have come to be
Surely what the powers that be had done by stifling all calls for change
Must have been the better course, they had satisfied the greater number
By giving voice to all, to both those who know and those who don’t
They minimized dissent and assured compliance to their long held view
But at last there came a voice who saw no fault in actions of the accused
Then questioned the accusers as to why they’d showed such disrespect
For one who had never lied before, for one who’ done the work of three
For the common good of all
And then there came another voice, and then a third, and, finally, more
We’ll stand no longer, they all said, for this disrespect you show
This all appears to be because you’ve feared to act upon your own
You’ve tried to save face at the cost of his and shamed yourselves instead
But is this how the tale finally ends, we may never know
Power of the people is a mighty thing but the powers that be are mighty too
And because difficult tasks will never cease, there will forever be a fight
Between those who want the status quo and those who fight for change
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