Pentagon’s Silent Whispers

Pentagon’s Silent Whispers

In shadows the whispers reside,
A secret tucked deep inside,
Three days of silence, their bide,
In ICU, Austin’s unsteady stride.

Frantic White House awaits news,
While the Pentagon veils its clues,
Invisible walls conceal the views,
Echoing doubts, suspicion accrues.

How long shall this riddle persist?
The truth’s veil begins to twist,
Whose interests does secrecy assist?
A dance with trust, like fog in the mist.

Within these walls, trust may wane,
As confidence in leadership is strained,
Transparency lost, whispers remain,
Leaving hope at mercy of disdain.

ICU’s hushed whispers unfold,
Within its somber, sterile hold,
Where strength and vulnerability mold,
Prayers whispered, emotions untold.

Let truth be the guiding light,
With honesty, our faith ignite,
No more concealed whispers in the night,
For only transparency shall make things right.