The press

The press is filled with gossip and chatter, Like frogs and scorpions trapped in a bottle. People have shrunk, it seems, in the end, Boasting and bragging, but what does it mend? The press spreads news with a calculating mind, I’m stunned by the senseless gossip I find. Some say they care for the nation's plight, When they lay in bed, with husband and wife. Digging for tales from deep underground, Copying rumors, spreading them all around. What someone eats or the clothes they wear, Why does it matter? Does anyone care? Why do we focus on parties and feasts, When sacred treasures are starving at least? Mainstream channels, they push their design, To keep us distracted, to make us blind. Is it the time, or have we grown old, What values do we teach, what stories are told? Fed by rumors, lies, and deceit, A devil’s growth in our minds takes its seat.