Choose Your News

I don't choose to watch the news When it's read on the telly Mostly bad, sometimes sad It turns my legs to jelly Has the world gone to "pot"? Is there no consolation Do we expect too much From an un-united nation Loss of respect And care for each other Gone is the shoulder to shoulder Brother to brother Too much me, too little us Every little hiccup Causes consternation and fuss Writing this verse Has given food for thought Sometimes the news Happiness has brought It's amazing how time Makes it possible to think This poem has been penned As our TV IS ON THE BLINK!