Jornalist On His Source

Loyalty is the parlance journalist undergoes Brevity is the wit of his confessors Giant standing on the truth is his call Brilliant role is the course he is groomed to play He is not permitted to jail, at any cost Even, of his lives and property. Engineer of his pen are people Without them, he has no ink Though, he is tutored to the course But at many cost, they are is top They are the embryo in his tummy Without them, he cannot deliver They are the meaning to his cheery and provocative beats. For the truth, sounds of his lips For the truth, shakes of his hands And for the truth, moves of his body Lies the embodiments he dare not play with.