The naked Mannequin stared in silent desperation

A human window, for all the world to see

They crawled from out the shadows

Armed, with a make believe decree

Tear stained eyes of a clown

On deaf ears fell your plea

A sweet life stolen

For an occasional front page story


We craved our pound of flesh


A prisoner of empathy

Hounded beyond your grave

While all along

Hope was what you gave

The baying crowd of hunters

Cameras are their guns

Every click a bullet

Every flash a painful wound, as hurtful as it comes


We have our pound of flesh

Great read

Priceless.

It reminds me of Princess Diana.Awesome poem