The News

Twenty four hours a day, we are bombarded with this coverage Rather we like it or not, right there in our face They will make sure that we hear their side Wear a person down, leave them in a rage Can't get away form it, it is all over the place Nor can you crawl under a rock and hide Go to the grocery store to buy a loaf on bread On every magazine stand, all about Hollywood Of the rich and famous, who is doing who Big bold letters in red Tabloid scandals that are no worldly good But once again they have got you Find a person guilty before they get to trial Smear their names in the mud that they have made Without a chance to speak or have a defense It is always the same, even if you change thee dial The price has been paid, look at all the money they have made They call it news, I call it nonsense Is it brain washing or a form of propaganda Television, radio, newspaper, internet all the same Nothing really to report, programmed gossip Like a very well planned out form from their agenda They play it so well, like a game Next time you watch the news, think about it?