They say a single word can ruin a man’s future.

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They say a single word can ruin a man’s future.



But I’ve seen the lists:
fifty-seven names preserved,
grown-ups hiding truths in secret files.
Strange,
how a whispered warning
is heavier
than fifty-seven names,
louder than the silence keeping watch.
They hunt for her name,
a shadow in the dark,
ignoring the wolves
still standing in the light.
Quicker to unmask the whisperer
than to name the men
who made her run.

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