The Fourth Estate

Bedtime arrives and the eyes feel heavy
But the poet has lines always at the ready

To comment rightly on the day's events
He believes that the fourth estate won't relent

On how we falsely believe that we're secure
But then gunshots fly and then we're unsure

Left to believe that the nut jobs run the show
But a thought occurs to this poet that the media hounds may know

It's still rare that a large outbreak of violence and death may occur here
But, believe this, we aren't as green and naive as we appear

We see the alcoholism and the spousal abuse
We see that the world's violence won't call a truce

We see the war and the outright despair
We see that the law of the land doesn't care

Those victims may have been a barrel of fish
But, I'm sick of overreacting, I just wish

That we'd cry about it and take a day to recoup
And then we return to our chosen infinite loop

Called career, marriage, family or just plain life
I choose not to live in fear, I stay away from strife

In the end, we move on and press forth like St. Paul
In the face of persecution, the grind and all

So screw the fourth estate for all it is worth
May they grow some sense to be on this Earth

Reviews

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. profoundly brilliant and brilliantly profound, kenneth ! ... sometimes, i wonder why there are no journalists here in WC ... from anywhere in the world ... here's an online community that cuts across all man-made barriers and celebrates the freedom of expression ... unlike facebook where people interact only with people they know ... and WC has been around for years ... but still there's no one out there who would actually cover it ... i tried by publishing two anthologies featuring nearly 50 WC poets and found to my utter dismay that they'd rather pretend "the poet" does not exist ...

[Brad]

love the grit teeth truth in this...no punches pulled

[NightShade]

I couldn't agree with you more!