Longing For Walter Cronkite
Some folks are misguided to sincerely believe
That what they hear on the news is fact, indeed,
I hope this poem will help you, friend, to relieve
That dreadful notion, for the “news” is suspect
Of being more commentary than cold, hard fact,
I have found journalism, rather recently, bought
And, I would think, paid for by vested interests~~
Sad for the Walter Cronkites of gilded ages past.
Frankly, I want to see what took place in real time
Just tell me, and show me unfiltered the truth,
And cut the commentary like I need explanation
For I can decide for myself what I see and hear.
And I don’t need a biased “expert” to clear the air
An “expert” who has an axe to grind, or who sees
What happened through his own filtered lenses
All these practices insult my native intelligence.
For goodness sakes, I am not a naïve sheeple
Buying every cockamamy theory down the pike
Matter of fact, I’m smarter than the biased views
Tutored in social media and the evening “news.”
It boggles my mind that folks are so taken in
They can’t see evidence and make good decisions,
Follow conspiracy theorists and loony politicians
Take off the silly hats; let light into your heads!
Written July 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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