Expiation – a sonnet

O, sister, my dear, why have you decried

The monstrous deeds that tormented our past?

Unearthing the muck does leave me aghast,

But still I pledge to remain by your side.

Bring down the hypocrite’s halo of pride,

Gather the evidence we can amass,

Take down the villain and have him outcast.

Turning these stones will certainly shatter,

The lives of his family, mine, and yours

And scandal will rock the world of our youth

While the naming and shaming endures

But the final result of the matter

Is the relief that we gain from the truth.