B.B.C News - A.K.A State Propaganda Poem by DM W

The news reader stares at me from the screen,
In a calm, authoritative manner,
Buttressed by a brightly lit studio.
Then he addresses amorphous viewers,
Yet speaks to no one in particular.
Although he spouts Queen's English verbatim
He's mouthing things I can't quite comprehend:
Something strange about our current crisis;
Something absurd about the Middle East;
Devoid of the necessary context.
Then the machinations of Parliament:
Do these mandarins really speak for us?
Next celebrities merge with sports items
And then the ‘humorous'story at the end.
No significant communication
It's all a game; just polished performance.
I feel so powerless; I cannot act
Only deconstruct the propaganda.