Innocent Until Proven Otherwise. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A list unfolds, a paper trail,
Of names whispered, through wind and gale.
The pedo's shadow, dark and deep,
Secrets surfaced, secrets to keep.

Millions of pages, newly shown,
Connections drawn, seeds that were sown.
The wealthy, the powerful, their names appear,
In records old, fueling doubt and fear.

No guilt implied, the lawyers say,
Mere presence marked, along the way.
Yet questions linger, in the light,
What did they know, in darkest night?

Denials echo, loud and clear,
'No wrongdoing, ' they hold so dear.
But whispers linger, in the air,
A tarnished image, a heavy care.