Rose McGowan Tweeted this poem a few days ago. Perhaps poetic justice for what is unfolding with Harvey Weinstein and it is certainly symbolic about the consequences of silence.
Speak your truth, use your voice, do not be afraid.
Poison Tree- A poem by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.