The cold case folklore:

The truth has no instrument

Precious Jam Gemstone

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Summer ’98 — a heavy rock,

A town that chose to turn the lock.

Blue blood classifies the lie,

Beneath a clean, alleged sky.

They pinned it on the native son,

His history was done

before his story began.

A ghost whisper, a door unsealed,

The truth that never was repealed.

No instrument, just voice and vow,

For then, for now, for never now.

A reporter’s clue, a life erased,

In crooked shoes, the town was placed.

And still the whisper breathes the name —

The innocent who bore the blame.

We read it all. We shout it out.

What power fears, what silence doubts.

—

And still the whisper breathes the name —

The innocent who bore the blame.

We read it all. We shout it out.

What power fears, what silence doubts.

—

Precious Jam Gemstone

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