Newsrooms Hanging In the Wind

Newsrooms Hanging in the Wind David J Walker I have been in them plenty Spent my life attempting to empty The world around me of its darkness Its greedy hardness Greeting me in a daily challenge I knew that by the end, of the 6 O’clock news I would win My desk was an alter My Olympic typewriter the Printer of truth The Newsroom itself a sanctuary Immune to the retaliations of the Exposed Those were the days, I supposed Would never end But the final sign off has Come and gone and I left hanging in the wind