The Art of Hounding People to Death.
News Reporting Wagging tongues. If I ever had to report the news...Shoot me.
Pride, they say...goes before a Fall
Jason Arday's case...makes you wonder how many of these cases exist, but were swept under the rug of privilege
OR Covered up for the sake of expediency
Cheaters exist everywhere, only some get caught
Some become filthy rich, laughing at the world that propitiate them
Some Wrong doings are only ousted when it is convenient to do so.
If ever I had to report the news
Shoot me dead!
For it requires a heart of stone
And a narcissistic streak.
They chased a Princess to her death
Rest in Peace Diana.
They picked and picked at Will
Yes, he did a stupid thing
But he rose above it all
They scourged Jason Arday into the depths of despair
Yes, he made a terrible choice...we all make mistakes
Some we can never recover from...
But leave people alone to bear their crosses
His was the salt of his wound to mend
And now he is DEAD!
I hope the vultures are satisfied. They picked his bones dry.
He chose the quickest way to silence their continuous clamor
His face plastered on social media for the world to feast
Maybe now he has found peace
Far away from the maddening, wagging tongues
Michael is gone....
Who will be their next victim.
The Vultures waiting to swoop.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
Existing in mist and shadow. Neutrally Abstract.
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