Until the Cartridge Is Empty

When apocryphal bedlam spreads its crazy pinions Fake news holds court in the newspaper's dominion Incessant lies convert to self-righteous 'truth' in print I light a fire with a fact check stone cold sparky flint Surely I respect pluralism and free speech for everyone Search for opinions and do not object well put clever pun But when evil misinformation threatens valid certitude I wish the evil propaganda would be null and void and mute Yet what can I do I'm just a humble poet with a tiny quill Can shout from nanoscopic roof tops or the window sill Reach deep into a shallow ink pot with my fountain pen Cannot compete though with the glitzy giant liars' den I won't bow to how the big shots misinform and cheat Challenge crude populism and reject unopposed defeat Call out to fellow writers' voice to heed the call of obligation Will not be handcuffed or straightjacketed within my narration Honesty holds virtue and ethos can be clothed in rhymes Rhythm dash meaning and figures speech onto the lines When right becomes so very wrong duty is to write until I'm bound and gagged knowing the skewed battle is uphill 04th April 2020