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Death in Paris

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Pursued by papparazzi,

hurtling through the night.

The stolen pictures come to us

of horror, blood and death.


It was beauty that they hunted.

Glamour, love and wealth.

What they caught was agony.

They framed a mother's end.


A princess and a playboy,

attract too much for peace.

Not allowed to dine alone

and not allowed to live.


The prying press

all stand condemned.

Their lenses

lie in shame.


Great anger now

will cut them low.

But Di

and Dodi die.

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<Deleted User> (4281)

Wed 26th Mar 2008 17:11

Great reflection of what happened that night in Paris. I will never understand why those two had to die-because of the pursuit of the paparazzi. They chased them every place they went. The poem says volume and there is some mystery behind as well. Thank you for the sad but truth-spoken poetry.

Regards,
Zuzanna

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