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Like a swarm they squeeze frantically, armed with proof slung around their throats, pushing forward they point and grab, not stopping to think of that dying slave. But look at you all, like pigeons to the crumb.

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frank-1

Irish

Published: Nov 20, 2011
LinesWords: 1037

Notes: The dying slave is a reference to a Michelangelo sculpture portraying a man seemingly abandoning life.

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