“Epstein files”Whispers Behind Closed Doors

Behind golden gates and shining smiles,
There were shadows dressed in light.
Laughter echoed through marble halls,
But something there wasn’t right.

Power wore a polished face,
Money built a wall so tall,
Voices trembled in the dark,
Afraid that no one heard at all.

Promises wrapped in silk and lies,
Dreams that slowly turned to dust,
Hands that should have offered care
Instead betrayed their trust.

Names were written, sealed away,
In folders locked and tight,
But truth is patient, truth is fire,
It waits beyond the night.

For every whisper forced to fade,
For every tear unseen,
There lives a quiet, burning hope
For justice to step in.

No wealth can hide a wounded soul,
No fame can cleanse the stain,
The cries of those once silenced
Still echo loud with pain.

And though the truth may walk through storms,
Through pressure, fear, and lies,
It rises slowly, steady, strong—
Like dawn across dark skies.

May every locked and hidden page
Find courage in the light,
May every shattered, broken voice
Reclaim its stolen right.

Because the truth is not a rumor,
Not gossip dressed in flame—
It’s the steady hand of justice
Calling every name.

And when the silence finally breaks,
When secrets fall apart,
May healing find the wounded ones
And peace restore each heart.