Black Pages

By Cliff Lake

 

Black Pages

 

119 black pages

Detail the sin.

119 black pages,

Where to begin?

 

Pictures of pictures, they disappear.

What is hidden becoming clear.

Why deflect if there’s nothing to fear?

Time of reckoning getting near.

 

Open the files wild and raw!

Watch the DOJ break the law.

Will we ever see what they saw:

The ever-concealed fatal flaw!

 

119 black pages:

They hide the lack of moral gauges.

119 black pages:

The coverup still rages!

119 black pages:

Prop up the shaking stages.

119 black pages:

Within are sin’s wages.

 

Treating the populace as peasants,

Robbing so many of innocence.

People are no objects one can fence;

Why do we still allow his putrid presence?

 

119 black pages:

They hide the lack of moral gauges.

119 black pages:

The coverup still rages!

119 black pages:

Prop up the shaking stages.

119 black pages:

Within are sin’s wages.

 

Running one half step before the law,

Fling files into the power maw!

Doing all diversion he can claw,

Won’t let them reveal the fatal flaw!

 

119 black pages:

They hide the lack of moral gauges.

119 black pages:

The coverup still rages!

119 black pages:

Prop up the shaking stages.

119 black pages:

Within are sin’s wages.

 

119 black pages

Detail the sin.

119 black pages,

Where to begin?

 

Cliff Lake 12/22/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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