Treasure Island

Andytics mufc


To the journalist


Your hands are smeared with blood
But you can't see it
For you are blinded by a burning urge for money

That you are a murder
Responsible for the death of multitudes of
voiceless souls
You are oblivious

You know not
Of the ugly axiom
That with a pen and paper
And few sentences of twisted truths
Can take a person's life

Submitted: Saturday, June 07, 2014

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