Every day and every night they shine
With pellucid, patriotic light.
Pulled by strings; governed by the divine.
They boldly proclaim that might is right.
They proliferate in the crude press.
They are prone to spouting platitudes
Across social media; across
The tainted items of mainstream news.
As for me I tend to switch channels,
For they're vile of tongue & slow of wit.
They perform like circus animals.
I've no time time for their games & gimmicks
Across the crinkled airwaves I hear
The febrile, rabid skeleton chants
Of bought talk show hosts rehashing fear.
Even sports reports are full of cant.
I anticipate that things will get
Even worse as time speeds quickly by.
Better take some Prozac and forget,
As Truth submits to hearsay & lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem