In Hollywood an earthquake
has exposed a timeless trend.
The walls that hid men's sins are falling down.
The aftershocks keep coming
as their victims voice their pain.
The seismic waves have rocked Sam Goldwyn's town.
Abuse, it seems, is rampant
in a culture most depraved.
Those abused for years at last have found their voice.
And the pain we hear is piercing.
What was buried is not dead.
Those defiled have new life. They have a choice.
With the number who've been wounded
(knowing they are not alone),
those defiled can defend themselves with pride.
Or they can (within the rubble)
point a finger at the cause.
There's a fault neath La La Land no one can hide.