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October 13, 2012
Never was anything so obvious,
so greatly overlooked.
Never was there anyone so
answerable, who should have
been taken to book.
All too late the alarm bells rang,
though some, it seems, knew all along,
and yet the most believable were
told their theories were wrong.
The impossibility of the situation!
Small voices too meek to protest!
The glamour surrounding the persona,
a wolf in sheep’s clothing was dressed.
Over his head hung a question mark,
each to a man, thinking the same,
yet no-one daring to be the whistle-
blower, leaving the perpetrator free
to exploit his game.
Common sense said it was happening,
an unease, was felt en masse.
At last the truth will be outed,
a reputation now shattered glass.
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