A southern land whispers, secrets bloom,
Of papers found, in a shadowed room.
Some leaders names, a chilling sound,
Tied to crimes, on tainted ground.
Young lives ensnared, a twisted game,
If truth is found, who bears the blame?
This country's law, a heavy hand,
Life in prison, across the land.
Will justice rise, the darkness break?
Or shadows hide, for power's sake?
Too soon to know, the story weaves,
But hearts are hushed, and few believe.
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