Reporting
Call to honor my abstain
the wielding part be not mundane
the seizure's clout, remove the pain
in leadership's doubt do not profane!
But truth and semblance, all contain
the Book of Life, this yielding same,
Oh honor's glory, I must name
and give content's truth to solve wane!
Reporting, in true essence frame
is solid, scored, the best remain ~
as not the echo of complain
that rides the story . . . to its' shame!
Nor fond opinions raise the cane,
each word's disciple, edits feign
condemns as rifle targets claim
the victims' eyesful, reader's stains!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2016
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