Confessing Tongues.

Should I speak out against indignities    
perpetrated on me in my childhood?    
Nah, because folk might think I'm but a tease    
bringing salaciousness to adulthood.    
 
The power of one's peers, to me it seems,    
stills the righteousness of confessing tongues    
but " confess " is not the right word, in dreams    
I'm there, as they hang, you, perverted ones...  
 
Will I find, on dread retribution day,    
those selfsame jobsworth petty officials?    
whom, themselves, abuse in their silent way,    
over these, I scribble, my initials.    
   
So, abide still, you strange creature, you thing,    
As I do mortal ill, we'll both sing, hymns?