Shattered Shields

They pointed fingers, darting accusations,

Intrusive, unfounded-malignant invasions.

They cast names, recklessly branding,

And deemed integrity no more than a feeble illusion.

 

Their words, rusted swords, severing truths,

Scarring the heart with relics of youth.

Fallible men, clay-footed, in disarray,

Posed celestial, yet hopelessly led astray.

 

Without a fair trial, they accused the innocent,

A witch-hunt stoked by hypocrisy, ripe with discontent.

The populace, sightless, missed the cracks,

In facades crumbling from moral lack.

 

But now the tables turn, the tide shifts,

And they’re pierced by the very fingers they once lifted.

Their credibility’s fabric, once opaque, shredded,

By time’s hands, their vaunted shields dismantled.

 

Contradictions’ weight exacts its toll,

And they cry out, lamenting a bitter role.

Realizing too late the sanctity of privacy,

And the peril in a repute built on duplicity.

BY: Khadijah Ama Williams