An acquaintance from my basketball playing days had been accused of something in his professional world that destroys reputations, careers and lives. The kind of thing that some people upon hearing, automatically assume is true. In the following weeks it eventually came out that the accuser, had admitted to creating the entire story during a period of jealousy and spite. Yet it was too late to change some people's reactions and beliefs and repair much of the damage that had been done.
Denied the appropriate measures to an end
A sentiment shared by all in the group
Exposing a dark myth to the mindless masses
Previously hidden under the heading of truth
Drawing on memories of a lifetime of innocence
Its presence was always your sword
Its existence refuted the falsified evidence
But could never restore your tarnished rewards
Manic displays of fervent emotion
Displaying the arrogance within
Some contracted a virulent notion
And believed what they wanted again
So where is the justice now that your dreams lie in shambles?
How is the life that remains?
Disinterested third parties revel in the excesses
Unaware of your honor and pain
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