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The Media Slaughterhouse.
Folder:
Railing at the Moon Resignation or the sack?
Unimportant.
Whether he jumped or was pushed.
Another trainer, clears his desk.
The short carreer,
Careered into the wall.
Like a Princess.
Pursued by the hell hounds of the press.
Who once made him, praised him,
And Loved him as their own.
Now as then they circle the carrion.
Hungry for the next story,
The next life,
The next career,
To splatter like a bug,
On the cold front page,
For one day.
Remorseless,
The media slaughterhouse,
Works day and night.
We all stand in line
On the conveyor belt.
Like cattle.
That is an absolutely fantastic and spot-on accurate poem, best one I've read on 'Today's Newest' so far today. Well done on your great writing ability.
TAAvSM x