This poem has no name
With a hiss,
You curse people to their hearse.
With a miss,
People list fists.
In a heap, the body count tallies.
What are the wrongs and right?
What are the truths, facts and fallacy?
With sighs
Where is the trained nurse?
With a hiss,
You curse people to their hearse.
Weep, minions and opinions tally.
How could this pretense take you?
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