A Web of Shadows (Epstein, Maxwell, Combs are they the only 3)

In gilded halls and private jets,
A darker truth the world forgets.
Behind the smiles, the deals, the cheer,
Lies a world that preys on pain and fear.

Jeffrey Epstein, a name of shame,
A sordid player in power’s game.
A financier with a hidden plan,
Whose web ensnared both beast and man.

An island home, a secret lair,
Where innocence was stripped bare.
The flight logs spoke of names renowned,
In shadows where the truth was drowned.

Prince Andrew’s ties were hard to miss,
A photograph sealed truth’s abyss.
Bill Clinton flew, as logs reveal,
Yet silence cloaked the sordid deal.

Ghislaine Maxwell, partner in crime,
A key conspirator through time.
She lured the young, she spun the tale,
And left them trapped in Epstein’s jail.

Connections deep to Hollywood’s best,
Where names are whispered, never confessed.
From billionaires to moguls high,
Their ties were known but left awry.

The parties hosted, grand affairs,
A mask for sins that power bears.
Where favors traded in the night,
Ensured the secrets stayed out of sight.

Now whispers rise of others’ deeds,
Of Combs and claims the rumor feeds.
Yet proof must stand where truth is sought,
Lest justice falter, left to naught.

The victims’ voices pierce the veil,
Their stories stark, their truths prevail.
For every name that tries to hide,
The tide of reckoning will abide.

The courts have spoken in Maxwell’s fate,
But others still evade their weight.
The guilty walk, the system bends,
But truth persists until it ends.

The world must rise, demand the facts,
Expose the schemes, reveal the acts.
For every child, for every wrong,
The fight for justice must stay strong.

Epstein’s death, a mystery deep,
Where answers lie in shadows’ keep.
But even walls of silence fall,
When truth comes forth to answer all.

Through gilded doors and secret ways,
The light of justice will one day blaze.
No name too high, no power too great,
To stand untouched by justice’s weight.

The fight continues, scars endure,
But hope remains the one thing pure.
For every victim’s voice to sing,
Will break the webs of every king.