Brazen

I know you hate me for saying it,
And you hate me more for saying it out loud,
All the things you did in dark,
And all the people you kept in dark,
The whispers you didn't mind,
Screams you stifled,
Your ways etched in sand,
Your means worse than the end,
Yet you thought, never ever,
Never ever would someone rise,
Some one bold enough to know,
And someone brazen enough to speak,
Speak out.