Tremors of Disgrace

In lands where liberty's mothers convene, A tempest of scandal, unseen, unforeseen; The pillars of virtue now quake at their core, As whispers of shame shake the floor. The tremors of trust, once unyieldingly strong, Now waver as echoes of right and wrong, A tapestry unraveled, threads bare and thin— Where influence fades, may introspection begin.

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