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In a world that’s ruled by knaves

Nothings clear and fear enslaves

Freedom sinks below the waves

Almost without knowing

Who will speak and shriek out loud

For the meek & weak & cowed

Seek to wake the sleeping crowd

It’s the whistle-blower


Ludlow tents to Peterloo

Tyrants do what tyrants do

Screw the many for the few

They protect the schemers

They impale truth by thorn

Nail the hands of those who warn

Treat all sacrifice with scorn

Crucify the dreamers

Whistle-blowers have no choice

Conscience makes them raise their voice

When they do I say rejoice

For the whistle-blower

Whistle-blowers stand before

Hounds from hell & dogs of war

Trained to kill by tooth & claw

All the whistle-blowers


When the darkest arts of power

Crush the fragile freedom flower

Who will have their finest hour?

It’s the whistle-blower

Whistle-blowers we need you

Shake our chains to earth like dew

Speak for many fooled by few

Keep your whistle blowing

Whistleblower We Need You