From time to time, you crib With no patience in your nature Sometimes it tickles me in the rib To see you let my work denature
You don't even have courage to contemplate Nor you can imagine to that extent With a life full of lies, you try to compensate I want you to ask yourself, is that content?
Harmonizing to the tune of the vision It is something very difficult to achieve Unknowingly, you are accused of treason It's up to you to believe or not to believe
Have you ever heard a word called credit? I request you to do some research in this regard Or at least rant us the permission to edit Else, I am sorry to say that you will be barred!
This poem is dedicated to all the copycats on the internet. Let's stand together against this heinous crime and these criminals. Plagiarism has to be ended. My humble request to all fellow bloggers, please report it as soon you find it out, because delay in this matter will only lead to encouragement of the plagiarists.
