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They want our eagle eyes
To unclothe the dressed lies;
We look…
They want our rabbit ears
To listen to their fawning fears;
We hear…
They want our braying mouths
To speak their mind in shouts;
We speak…
They want us to pen the words
That’ll defeat the evil swords;
We write…
But on the day we turn our lens
To the evil in their dark dens
And shine a light on their evil deed,
They scratch at us until we bleed!
We moan…
…
Our eyes, our lips, our mouths,
They punch at will with angry shouts!
We bleed…
A journalist is loved by the people if he takes risks on their behalf but the same people will kill him the day he shines light on their evil!!!