It seemed innocent in my in box,
from a friend, someone I knew,
some photos, or a link to them
and I stupidly thought, ‘How Kind!’
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I pressed the link and felt so bad
as others told me I had been had,
a virus poisoning my little iPad
and others around that I loved too.
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I thought I’d learned my lesson,
but it really was not the same, it
came from my Amazon account,
troubles over paying the amounts.
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I thought I’d check and pressed
the link and a nice email came
back asking clearly for my bank
card details, the slimy individuals.
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Now my card is cancelled, the
fraud team so kind as they
explained that scams are
widespread, a plague that kills.
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My misery was compounded when
the fraud team called me back,
and I gave them bank account
numbers and waited, worried until –
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I wept with grief at my statement
showing that all my stash had gone;
and the bank was kind but very firm.
So, now if I see a request for details
or a link that arrow clicks elsewhere,
a delayed delivery that needs payment,
a desperate person disastrously stuck
and in need of my personal help.
Because they are thieves and they’ve
stolen away my pride, for I like to
help. I like to be right in things,
but now it feels so shallow, but
I will refuse.
Put the phone down.
Check it on the internet.
And most
of all I will cry,
for the loss of my
innocence
and for
fraud loving
folk.
