Musings on the growing commercialization of the news media, and the effect it has on society at large.
Of politics, the horrific snapshots
Of puffy faces and red-rimmed eyes
Glaring at an unseen opponent,
Screaming slogans condemning popular vice.
Public cheers for populist laws
Legislature held hostage to fatal flaws,
Grace the screen, till the clock strikes three
Of blood and death, tales then begin.
Of drunken husbands killing wives,
Wretched pilots wreaking havoc in the skies;
Of drone attacks that innocents maim,
Of terror strikes that children claimed.
And when the carnage is complete,
Time to sway your hips to the beats
Of the latest of Mika and Taylor Swift;
As sordid images flash away
Of sex scandals and wardrobe malfunctions
That the TRPs sway.
Of the latest photo ops
Of the Kings of Jazz and the Queens of Pop,
We learn all aspects in great detail,
All packed and prettied for retail.
And then when all is said and done,
They show us how to bake a bun
In their latest solar cooker,
That sells for less than a Cheapside hooker.
And with a whole day’s news complete,
We go for a smoke, in worldly knowledge replete.
About the author
An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.
