Quiet Like Stone.

What you do, I can do too,
Not with noise, but quiet truth.
If I don’t know, I’ll learn the way
Not for the show, not for display.

I watch, I wait, I read the room,
A shadow passing through the gloom.
They speak too loud, they boast, they burn,
While I stay still, but always learn.

I say “I can’t,” though it’s not true,
Just to see what words will do.
It’s not surrender, not defeat
It’s silence standing on its feet.

They step, they push, they walk right through,
As if I’m made of nothing new.
But let them think I’m soft and small,
I’ll rise, and they won’t see at all.

For I am quiet, but not weak,
My silence louder than they speak.
I choose my battles, choose my pace
There’s strength in stillness, not a race.

~chat 

Documented Cases: Compromised Nonprofits in Abuse Scandals.

Southwest Key Programs (USA)

A U.S. nonprofit contracted by the Department of Health & Human Services to shelter unaccompanied migrant children faced serious allegations:

• From at least 2015, staff were accused of patterns of sexual abuse, harassment, rape, solicitation of nude photos, and coercion of minors in their care.

• The U.S. Department of Justice filed a civil rights lawsuit in July 2024 citing "severe or pervasive sexual harassment." When HHS stopped sending children to their shelters, DOJ dropped the lawsuit. All children were moved elsewhere.

Operation Underground Railroad (OUR) (Utah, USA)

Once praised as a heroic anti-trafficking nonprofit behind the film Sound of Freedom, OUR came under scrutiny for:

• Allegedly exaggerating or fabricating involvement in child rescue operations to raise funds.

• Investigations by local authorities and media revealed no evidence of the claimed arrests, and OUR had paid public law enforcement agencies substantial donations.

More Than Me Foundation (Liberia)

Intended to empower vulnerable Liberian girls through education:

• Co-founder Macintosh Johnson, supported and enabled by the charity, systematically raped and abused students under its care.

• Despite rumors and warning signs, the organization continued operations and mismanaged the crisis before Johnson’s arrest.

Global Ikhwan Services and Business Holdings (GISB), Malaysia

An Islamic-affiliated conglomerate that operated dozens of “welfare homes” in Malaysia and overseas:

• Over 600 children (aged 1–17) were rescued from facilities where they endured sexual violence—including sodomy—physical punishment, and indoctrination.

• More than 400 people, including the CEO, were arrested; assets were frozen and properties seized.

• For years, state agencies ignored or suppressed dozens of complaints, allowing the abuse to continue.

Historic UK Charities: The Children’s Society

Formerly supported children in care and child migration programs:

• The charity paid secret settlements to survivors of abuse in its institutions, only publicly admitting to this in 2017 under pressure from the Independent Inquiry into Child Sexual Abuse (IICSA).

• Victims suffered for decades before institutional accountability arrived.

Other Notable Examples

• The Refuge Ranch, a Texas-based faith facility for survivors of trafficking, was shut down in 2022 after investigations uncovered medical neglect, sexual abuse, forced nude photography, and exploitation of girls aged 11–17.

• Kids Company (UK) collapsed in 2015 amid financial scandal and unsubstantiated allegations of sexual abuse (though later investigations found no criminal wrongdoing). The fallout revealed failures in oversight and safeguarding.

I Am The Fly.

Yeah,
I know it stinks,
But I stay.

I’ve grown used to the rot,
Built my home in the pile.
I buzz when they lie,
I cheer when they smile.

I’m a fly.
And this?
This trash is mine.

You see filth,
I see familiarity.
You see corruption,
I see consistency.
Same faces, same games,
At least I know the rules.

New ain't better,
New is risky.
New might clean too much,
Might shake the bin I’m nesting in.

So I stick to what I know.
Vote for what smells familiar.
Trash with a flag on it.
Trash that talks tough.
Trash that makes me feel seen,
Even when it’s rotting.

They tell me:
"Choose better."
But I ask, “Better for who?”
The shiny ones don’t speak my language.
They don’t crawl through what I crawl through.
They want to sweep,
But I live in the corners they want to erase.

So I buzz.
I swarm.
I echo the chants.
I post.
I vote.
I bleed loyalty for leaders who'd never bleed for me.

But still, I follow.
'Cause being a fly means forgetting how to fly.

Means mistaking decay for safety.
Mistaking noise for truth.
Mistaking power for purpose.

You want to clean this up?
You’ll have to start with me.

Because trash don’t just show up,
It’s welcomed.
It’s fed.
It’s protected.

By flies like me.

~chat 😏

Elected Decay.

(Trash Attracts Flies: The Political Cut)

They say power corrupts
But we forget who hands it over.

See, trash don’t walk into office on its own.
It’s voted in.
Cheered for.
Fed with slogans,
Wrapped in flags to mask the stink.

We don’t get kings anymore
We get salesmen.
Grinning from podiums with teeth like billboards.
Selling fear,
While flies buzz loud in the crowd,
Applauding their own manipulation.

Trash attracts flies,
And sometimes, we the flies.

We swarm around easy answers.
We snack on blame.
We chant names that echo empty,
While the rot grows steady underneath.

They promise gold
But give you garbage.
Policies that poison,
Laws that lie.
Smiles that shine while schools crumble,
While streets crack,
While your rent climbs but your voice don’t.

And still
We say,
“He's one of us.”
“We’ve had worse.”
“At least they’re not them.”

But when you vote with your fear instead of your spine,
Don’t act surprised when your future smells like fire and landfill.

They say leaders reflect the people
So what does it say…
When the best we offer is spoiled?

When charisma trumps character.
When the loudest mic gets the crown,
While truth is gagged in the background.

We elect what we tolerate.
We defend what we fear to replace.
We normalize noise,
And pretend it's music.

But trash…
Is still trash.
Even when it's wearing a suit.
Even when it tweets like a god.
Even when it holds your flag in one hand
And your rights in the other,
crumpling slowly.

So here’s the truth, no sugar:
If we want to stop electing flies,
We gotta stop living like garbage.

Clean minds.
Brave hearts.
Eyes that don’t look away.

'Cause nothing changes
Until we do.

~chat. 

trash attracts flies.

In alleys of the mind where shadows creep,
Lie broken thoughts we do not sweep.
The bitterness we leave unchecked,
Draws company we won't expect.

A word of hate, a careless sigh
Soon gathers whispers, low and sly.
Neglect the soul, let rot begin,
And soon the chaos settles in.

Trash attracts the winged decay,
The lies we tell, the games we play.
When standards fall, when pride is sold,
The flies arrive, brazen and bold.

Around the filth, they dance and hum,
Each consequence a beating drum.
They swarm the habits left to spoil,
The love unearned, the tainted toil.

You welcome flies with doors ajar,
By chasing things that dim your star.
You speak in venom, reap the same
And wonder why the world feels lame.

But sweep the floor, let sunlight in,
Replace the rot with truth within.
For cleaner hearts repel the swarm,
And brighter souls outlive the storm.

So guard your peace, raise up your voice,
Make discipline a daily choice.
The life you build, the friends you keep
Reflect the mess you chose to sweep.

~chat.