News
we listen to the news
we talk about the news
we believe the news
we make the news
the news may be nothing more than ink on a page
words in the air or a face on the screen
but it can cause anger and ignite passion
and for some people, cause them to scream
because between the misspelled words, smudged ink,
the quickly written scripts and the pretty faces
in the sensationalized stories and the forgotten truths
in the horrible crimes and unforgettable places
we find ourselves forgetting the facts of the case
putting our own agendas on the page
we make the news our own
an making no news but a plague
transforming facts to fiction
making more anger and lies
and in the mess we loose the real people who had suffered
who told the truth - making them small in size
put the victims in the ground
and the guilty up to the skies
Remember when we once knew
that freedom does not mean protecting the ideas of the masses
but defending the ideas of the few from all others in plain and secret view
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