Your hands are smeared with blood <br />But you can't see it <br />For you are blinded by a burning urge for money <br /> <br />That you are a murder <br />Responsible for the death of multitudes of <br />voiceless souls <br />You are oblivious <br /> <br />You know not <br />Of the ugly axiom <br />That with a pen and paper <br />And few sentences of twisted truths <br />Can take a person's life<br /><br />Andytics mufc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-journalist/
