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The world revolves these days with strife: War rears ugly as harsh threats shout; Terror involves sad loss of lives; What a pity the down and out. Brisk tabloid sales paint grim and mad; Here and somewhere, man devours man; Killing makes pale reason turned bad; Then here and there, murder attends. Newspapers tell of tragedy; So much to say on the dark side; Coffers now dwell lest sanity Choke greedy pay from common tides. Like gossip we say that we hate; But turn around and then pretend; Yet we surely scan news debate; Our moral ground like contraband. Day by day we expect bad news; And find support for curious eyes; Just as clearly comes battling cues; Our sad retort floods lies and cries. Don't blame the press for they do best Just what you want in hellish tones; Learn to express scorn for such quests; Let voice be one to crash such drones. Leon Enriquez 28 June 2014 Singapore