No one can hope to tame the awful truth.
She sets upon a traitor like the storm,
A lion, sharp in claw and long in tooth,
That leaves him in a maimed and mangled form.
Her jaws will bend and break the well-locked cage —
Like people, information wants to be free —
And she devours her keepers in her rage,
The predator of all the powers that be.
But those who rule need not to hush her roar
If those with ears to hear that sound ignore,
The lied-to closing ranks around the liars;
Without our words, the hungry truth expires.
His work complete, the censor will rejoice
If no one dare be first to raise a voice,
Sees what remains of her who once was queen
And then walks past, as if she went unseen.