Journalism Poems - Poems about Journalism

slavery poetry civil rights poverty language this is strong liberating art to become soft after crime rather than prevailing crime wages...

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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...

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Finished reading, he tossed the (Wall Street) Journal into the urinal ...

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Owner ruins WAPO...

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Where did all the journalists go, ...

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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...

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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.......

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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...

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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...

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Inside Pakistan By Julie 1.We have sold the basic Principles unity, faith and discipline for currency notes. 2.Journalism is about telling People the truth and highlighting the genuine problems. 3.Politicians aim is to earn the wealth via Politics. 4.Media will only sell the product which People want to watch. 5.If rich gets herpes it is called allergy while If a...

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Once there was an average Joe You may know Named Poe Having a soul stirring heart To start He did his society part Right up until riding in the Poe edict funeral cart Telling tales Artistic, entertaining, informative daily mail Appearing in the newspaper without fail...

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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...

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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...

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Writing fiction Has no restriction Unlike the journal writer on the list Asking ‘what is this’ Raising their fist Not allowing anything to be missed Dependent on a quote from someone else Driving them insane straight to mental health After a reporter decides they have the space and time A source says ‘I decline’ Only to...

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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...

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