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A HUNGER UNFED
A HUNGER UNFED I now demand retribution, at least recompense It’s like a pain in my stomach, a hunger unfed Get the fullest apology for all that’s been said When first shared online, it made me see red Those nasty perpetrators deserve no defence Evil false stories, spread just because they can My desire for some justice burns in my gut I wish they had a power line that I could cut Or that their fancy vehicle gets stuck in a rut If only one could just impose a worldwide ban It’s the press you know, they’re above the law Spying on people, and printing some awful lies All those newspaper organisations I do despise Just to sell more papers despite all of the cries It feels just like they are rubbing a painful sore But my hunger for retraction will be ignored The impact on myself and my life is now dire As deep down inside, it really burns like a fire My everything now embers on a funeral pyre Yet they still expect me to fall on my sword Some slimy reporter, always keen for a scoop Truth is the regular victim of his daily crimes No standards are left in these worrying times They call it an expose, but nothing rhymes I wish all were permanently out of the loop
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