The Hoax is Up, The Law is Clear
People rose with victims, a unified stand,
On Capitol steps, demanding justice hand in hand.
Americans joined, with Republicans few,
Haley Robson cried out, her words piercing true.
“I invite you to meet me, see we're real, not a hoax,”
Registered survivor, Republican voice at the rostrum.
“You hold all the power, influence so vast,”
“Use it for us now—this country needs it fast.”
Congress felt the fire, all but one signed the law,
Forced by the people's raw, unrelenting call.
Victims begged Trump face-to-face that very day,
He heard their pleas but turned sharply away.
He called for a halt, built a thirty-day wall,
Claimed his hands tied, though no law bound him at all.
“Why stall?” they implored, “You're the seat of all power,”
Yet hour by hour, victims continued to cower.
Trump screams “hoax!”—the lone voice in the fray,
While survivors stand firm: “Our trauma's not play.”
Oh, the "hoax" is your shield, your favorite old song,
While we’re left to carry what you’ve known all along.
You signed it in November with a smirk and a pen,
Now it’s December nineteenth—are you stalling again?
The law is a mirror, and it's reflecting your fear,
The hoax is up, Donald, and the law is quite clear.
It’s the deadline today, but the folders are thin,
Just another distraction to let the "witches" win?
The Transparency Act isn't a suggestion or plea,
It’s the mandate of people who long to be free.
You told us the files were a Democrat trap,
While survivors were falling through every wide gap.
Haley stood tall, she was only sixteen,
When she entered a world that should never be seen.
She’s a daughter of the right, a voter for you,
Yet you branded her witness as something untrue.
The only one delaying, the evidence he withholds,
If witch hunt you claim, then why guard it—prove innocents bold?
Why stall, man in power, when your hoax cry rings loud?
You're delaying the proof, hiding under the shroud.
If no witch you're hiding, release it today—
Show America truth, chase the shadows away.
The DOJ shuffles, they’re dragging their feet,
While the victims are waiting out there on the street.
They speak of "redactions" and "privacy rights,"
While the predators sleep through the quietest nights.
But the law says the format must be searchable and plain,
To wash off the filth of this national stain.
Thomas Massie and Khanna, they stood on the line,
To ensure that the sun on these records would shine.
It isn't a party, it isn't a side,
It’s about every child who had nowhere to hide.
You claim it’s "irrelevant," a ghost from the past,
But a shadow this long is a shadow that's cast
Over every department and every high hall,
Until every last name is revealed to us all.
The ink is now dry on the bill that you signed,
You can’t claim the public is legally blind.
Every folder and file, every flight on the log,
Must emerge from the mist and the political fog.
The hoax is a ghost, the reality’s here,
The law is the light, and the message is clear.
DrummerDave26
