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Culture Vulture!

Culture Vulture!

So, here we go again,
Same old keyboard stains,
Perspective or objective?
Like the rising dead from a cemetery,
"I need to use hateful words", 
Puts you in a social media penitentiary,
"You don't hate me, you hate the world". 

A vulture, eyeing your prey, 
A culture, you'll then create, 
A culture vulture, you're named! 
There's no-one but yourself to blame! 

You swoop in with claws, early bird catching the worm, 
It's not real, it's social media, when will they ever learn? 
Wings spanned out, but not of an Angel, instead you're just on repeat, 
Enough of your cyber talk, do us a favour, press CTRL, ALT and DELETE. 

You say words, but not face to face, would you ever say them, if you see their hurt? 
You type words, but, in the street, what would you say If their tears drown your world? 

A vulture, eyeing your prey, 
A culture, you'll then create, 
A culture vulture, you're named! 
There's no-one but yourself to blame!

Your wings will get clipped if you live life this way, then, a chance to fly you'll lose, 
Don't succumb to the Eagle eye and look to hate, if you have morals, let them choose, 
If you continue regurgitating the same old trolling story, 
Crawl into your nest of stone, sorry but social media isn't your glory! 

Appreciate different people, different views, and different cultures, 
Instead of gathering a convocation and looking to kill like vultures, 
The Web is not a place full of animal carcasses, you can fly from your darkness, 
Instead, find your cyber family , feed on the fruit, taste the flavours of people's happiness. 

A vulture, eyeing your prey, 
A culture, you'll then create, 
A culture vulture, you're named! 
There's no-one but yourself to blame!

Look to a better social future, 
Don't be an angry, Culture Vulture!

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