The media circus is in town.
They never stop.
Pummelling your mind
with their droning sounds,
whilst bombs drop.
Filling our ears with bile,
our eyes with lies.
Our heads they try to pollute
with thoughts so vile.
Clowns with painted smiles
only ever raise a frown from me.
"But it's the news.
They would never lie to you."
Read your history books,
go on take a look,
you will see
that you are sadly mistook,
these clowns couldn't give a fuck.
If a lie sells papers,
if it gets the money in the till
If advertisers pay the bills
then it's their truth,
and they will spill
the blood money ink
until you think it’s all real.
So next time you read a headline,
think, is my money helping anyone
but those that created the stink.
The media circus is in town again.
The clowns will delight, the acrobats
will dazzle your eyes.
A custard pie in the face of truth
making you miss the oversights,
the brain pollution and blatant lies.
Sigh as the trapeze artist flies through the sky.
Listen to the ringmaster as he diverts your gaze,
a puppet master to take your cash in spades,
and just as you start to see the smoke and mirrors
the circus leaves. Blinks into the night.
Until their pockets feel light,
and they can start another world fight.
Thanks for reading
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