The camera crews were out in force
Lined up, a dozen deep;
Hoping when their prey emerged,
They’d get a glimpse or peep.
They made me think of vultures
As they circle in the sky,
Just waiting for their target
To give up the ghost and die.
Both cameramen and vultures
Do their thing so they can eat.
Their victims can’t do anything
But suffer their defeat.
I’m not exactly sorry for
The man accused of rape.
It’s time for him to face the fact
He’s trapped and can’t escape.
Yet seeing all those cameras
Poised and aimed just like a threat,
I wonder if we need to see
The pictures that they’ll get.
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