the whistleblower, a poem

I don’t want to live in a world where there’s no privacy and therefore no room for intellectual exploration and creativity.
– Edward Snowden, a whistleblower

The whistleblower, a poem

Decisive action is not due process;
it is an arm hacked off
here and there, before it does any harm;
you are not the good neighbor
that you think you are, for left alone
you endanger yourself;
this you already knew
that without us
you could not live,
for freedom is a spiel
but our control is real.

We speak here of an infection,
an infliction –
your affection for our protection;
so let us speak the truth, and it is
your friends are all broke,
your family is a joke;
and as for your girlfriend,
well, she isn’t worth a poke –
and did you think we really cared?

You are owned,
and the time has come
to pay the price,
to leak some blood;
we will fill your cup to the brim,
we will give you a good swim;
yes, you’ve been hacked,
drip by drip,
it’s a pent up dam,
freedom as a flimflam,
and there’s no out
of the clam.

There’s a bug in your tooth
so we can hear your whispers;
mandatory dental procedures,
only following the law;
spit out your liberty
and don’t be such a fool,
splutter your dreams,
dribble them down,
you’d already knew
you’d nothing to spew.

hack, hack, hack
until the bloody corpse
has nothing left to hide –
not whole, no soul,
just blood on the floor,
bits of bone and tiny wire,
all safe and so clean
right down to your spleen.

We will intercept everything,
the majority is just not worth
your privacy;
so criminalize the journalist
and penalize the truth,
record every little minutia
but forgo the disclosure,
it’s no longer kosher –

… and now finally off you go
with all the intent to blow
that little whistle;
well, go ahead and blow –
blow till you are blue,
for all along you knew
that we were coming for you.

by matt at shadow of iris

whistleblower poem
image based on photo by net_efekt at Flickr | creative commons 2.0

whistleblower shrapnel and murmurs


Top secret,
bottom secret,
left secret,
right secret,
the wrong secret,
into the right ear.


A need to know,
a need to forget,
a need not to know;
your future, inconsequential;
you’re guilt, a foregone conclusion.


empty beeps
across a cyber landscape;
a cryptic public warning
classified and filed
under disgruntled;
the gap
between your thoughts
and my toleration.

in search of
your imperfections,
your lapses,
your blemishes;
a life so perfect
you cannot bear it.

A satellite scoop up,
my thoughts
on an ether beam
never reaching your mind;
the bemused watcher
smiling a moment
then moving on.

whistleblower quotes

whistleblower quotes

Leaker who is admired for putting his notion of the public interest ahead of his official obligation or oath is called a whistle-blower; the same individual, viewed from inside, is called a fink, and is pursued vainly by plumbers.
– William Safire

I want people to see the truth…regardless of who they are … because without information, you cannot make informed decisions as a public.
– Bradley Manning, another whistleblower

O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad;
O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad:
Tho’ father and mither and a’ should gae mad,
O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad.

– Robert Burns

If the wind doesn’t blow, the grass doesn’t stir.
– unknown

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