Health and human services of Ventura county
Labor dispute
Has refused key access to governor newsom
In orders legislated
Denied rights of homekey assignment
And resigned account
The total loss of life is significant
Occupation of excess in Union
Against better
Refuse bettered man
Consort of treason
Record in account held as quieted palms
Sacrifice
Order to report otherwise
Internal review
Of publicly provided access
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slavery poetry
civil rights
poverty language
this is strong liberating art
to become soft after crime
rather than prevailing crime wages
With Medicaid I got my dentures so bright
To pursue each and every culinary delight
Now with swagger I sway
But DOGE takes them away
Guess it's yogurt for dinner again tonight
Finished reading, he tossed the (Wall Street) Journal into the urinal
I once wrote Op-Eds for a regional daily paper
Until the new publisher thought me too liberal
He preferred to publish a sensational caper
Than alternative views, well-expressed, literal,
God forbid the public be encouraged to think
Or have the opportunity to read opposing views,
Which is primarily why many local papers stink
Filled, as they are, with advertisements and old news!
After a stint of eight years writing to a deadline,
Producing prodigious amounts of sound opinion
Although I have writing outlets and I feel fine,
The publisher has moved up to a lower dominion.
Written October 1, 2022
Sahafat kar magar asool Kay Saath,,
Baran baran crore Kay bunglay na bana,,
Qatil group Kay khilaf awaaz to utha,,
Haq Sach ko jhoot say na Mila....
Note.syed iqrar ul hassan shame on you....
Many of my friends no longer watch network news
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports
Beholden to their network’s particular political views.
Eyewitness accounts are dulled from retorts
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports
Over the years we have all grown wary
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such,
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary
We have closed our minds to anyone out-of-touch
With rational ways of looking at current events
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such,
Many listen to other friends’ informed comments
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources
With rational ways of looking at current events
It is difficult to find the most reliable resources
Many of my friends no longer watch network news
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources
Beholden to their network’s particular political views.
April 28, 2021
WIKILEAKS
We made a decision! Secrecy is evil!
So we reveal the secrets of our democracies
(they probably won’t kill us if they catch us)
Our leader’s face is visible, public, smug,
and confined to a foreign embassy! You have
no idea who we are!
For your sake, of course, we share stolen secrets
with dictators, tech firms and people we don’t
even know! We expose the surveillance scheme,
the diplomatic lie, the unauthorized weapon but
our bleak revelations are a moral black hole:
What is secret or hidden, whether for better or worse
is revealed by a cadre un-elected and unknown!
You have no idea who we are! You have no idea
what to believe!
We do this for you! Secrecy is bad! You have no
idea who we are! Do you trust us yet?
Hey! Do you trust us now?
The truth has always lay behind the lens,
Despite how the words of a conflict may twist and bend.
Bullets fly and shells shatter the earth and youth,
Tear at flesh and souls and try for the truth.
To tell a story, as writ by action,
And recorded in frames, under fire, an austere reaction.
Before opinion, before judgement, explanation or denial.
And lest the world take notice if only for a while.
Enough to make, some good of ill,
Whether be one child, or a city you can fill.
An eye for slices of humanity in the chaos of war,
The silent photographs, like a lion’s roar.
The compassionate soul, will not in mortal life wake,
And to die, on a stage of violence, will make.
The world see there are wrongs left to right,
And following the horrors of a day, can be a peaceful night.
And when the smoke clears, the truth has always lay behind the lens,
It did then and it will again...and again...and again...
To the cameraman who through your distant lense
sees one man with another's wife,
and clicks and silently uploads, to expose,
and so to make those lives implode.
Who do you see behind your shuttered home?
With wife away and children gone,
no prying eye save God's alone,
yet, still you pick and throw first stone.
To the journalist, seekings idle chatter
and thinks it does not matter to craft
your print for more damming slant,
that glint of gossip, that careful hint
arising from unguarded natter.
Let’s take a lense and see your life, alone,
and how you sniff that chalky line;
and while you pick and throw that stone,
drink just one more 'fore callng ‘time’.
To the editor who holds their coats,
while dreadful damming work is done,
do tell us how you treat your wife,
and your daughter, and your son?
Show us all, expose your lives.
Before you seek those speckled eyes,
look to the logs that are your own,
before you cast your wounding stone.
When journalism fails to deliver the facts,
And no longer apologies for shameful acts,
Constantly ending up on the wrong tracks,
Failing to prevent shark attracts,
On those who suffer from panic attacks,
More interested in becoming political hacks,
Papering over the cracks,
And roasting words on racks,
All to fill the owners money sacks,
Is it not time we turned our backs,
And return to our shacks,
To give our children what journalism lacks.
Journalism
The tellers of the truth
Those who take this to heart
End up working
In underground newspapers
Alternatively, the internet.
Some journalists think they
are intellectuals
Few of them are.
So many journos in the big press
Follow the press
Faithfully write about
The brief they have been giving
Also, do not bother to look behind the screen.
For them, it is a job
That pays well thinking deep is not for them
They tow the line and are respected.
This clique of men and women feed off each
Other in a narrowing world.
Contempt for them is the right word
So, don’t think reporting is journalism.
hunter s. thompson
anticipating return
geese always stop here
No news is in truth
No truth in news
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