Letras
They promised sunlight
Delivered redactions
Every answer framed
Like a classified distraction
I learned to read between releases
Footnotes louder than the lead
When power speaks in bullet points
You know it's hiding what you need
Files stacked like dead weight
Names blurred into ongoing
Truth delayed is truth denied
They call it patience, we call it knowing
We see it
We wait
They say: trust the process
I say: watch the pattern
Same doors, same silence
Different century, same fracture
Round and round the answers stall
Transparency behind a wall
If justice moves, it moves too slow
By design, not oversight, we know
Release it
Not later
No cover
Epstein died, the network didn't
That's the line they never cross
Every file a partial truth
Every pause a measured cost
Administration speaks in echoes
Collaboration under review
But silence is an active choice
When the facts are overdue
Not done
Not closed
If it was you
There'd be no delay
If it was me
There'd be no process
Round and round, accountability spins
Always later, never when
No faith left in curated calm
We move despite the missing plan
This isn't rage, it's memory
This isn't noise, it's record kept
When justice stalls at the top floor
The ground remembers every step
No more edits
No more delays
Open the files
All the way
This isn't rage, it's memory
This isn't noise, it's record kept
When justice stalls at the top floor
The ground remembers every step