News, news herald the day why wont bad news go away
Tragedy and death their discourse
A smattering of frivolity or star views
This is what they call news
The important issues of the day
Moved aside not attended
Least said soonest mended.
The world is getting very hot and dry
How do we let this go by
Species now dying out,
Should cause us to scream and shout
When life on earths faces such trial
Stories told raise the bile
We are told the private and the sordid
News makers are not applauded.
When the probing of victims grief
Becomes the substance of relief
Journalists should count the costs
Where are the Pilger? Frosts?
Certainly I for one will not lament
The tabloids power waning now hour on hour
Trading in misery and despair
Often just feigning care for others daily plight
If we were to change the reporting health
Not celebrate the cult of wealth and celebrity
Diary the lives of those who fight to be free
Who work on bended knee to feed the poor
Tend their needs and break the chains of poverty.
Those who free the world of pain report them
And I read with critical measure
So to the Barons of the press
I as you to lift the gutter press and to a higher thing aspire
Make a move cause disruption end these acts of corruption.
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