Sub Rosa Poem by Harley White

Dodgy deeds may be how power is won
Where rulers find themselves under the gun,
Yet for us here in the 'land of the free'
Secrecy's not what it's touted to be.

Some secrets reek of hot air when they leak—
So much mystique for a smidgen of pique.
Others, more touchy, cause ripples worldwide—
Diplomats cringe; heads of state get tongue-tied.

Then is when damage control runs its course,
Till the disclosures have lost face and force...
But 'all's well that ends well' sticks in the craw,
If secrecy spins into shock and awe.