Marketing Team
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11:16pm Thu, May 30, 2013
Fingers,
Attached to hands,
Pointing at me.
Everywhere I look,
Surrounded but alone,
Circled by fingers.
In a battlefield,
Where the shrapnel flies around me,
Fingers pointing.
Everywhere I look,
Friendly fire is always returned,
With fingers pointing.
Harsh words and accusations,
I take bullet after bullet,
Yet still they're pointing.
How long before they realise,
That every bullet hits me?
And they're always pointing.