There are no roses
to smell
The bad has taken
it all away
Leaving the bad
story to tell
Over a cup of
coffee under shade of canopy
The people of like
mindedness
Pouring their
investigative prowess
The stories of our
nation and ours
Linking us to the
shame
The way it was
pulled through
Every way the
linked finally exposes
Every cut there is
a corruption
The greed seems no
barrier to flourish
Along the way the
smell of death
C4 into pieces in
the quiet forest
It happened in
October 2006
The hanging rope
waiting for the murderers
12 years the closure
hasn’t been found
The murderers are
still walking free
Though a middleman
came to report
The way it was long
ago
When the fallout
happens
The dig out of
stories will be told
The police have the
report
Now we wait for the
story to spin
The shame of the nation
It has to end
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