She wasn't a pornpeddler
She didn't pepper her text with product placement
ads.
She wasn't a booze hawker
whose words knocked readers
off the wagon...nor a warmonger.
She rarely described food
let alone dead animal food
in her writing.
She didn't recount grizzly scenes
left by her killers...
seldom boring body
and clothes descriptions
put in as filler
She didn't need fearmongering
violence.. to sell a thriller.
She wrote against the corruption of imperialist oil thieves'
coup d'etats
She was brilliant... compassionate and understanding.
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