A carry-over of my agitation with a press of oppression that serves the rich, not the poor.
 

A Real Peace To Print

 

The newspaper said: I must condense

Be briefly sweet and less intense

They offered I could pay to be heard

Since they control the printed word

Then they confided as if to confess

They pay some writers who will say less!

Less of what's true but more to buy

These puppets of the Corporate Lie

Reality is, you're more apt to recall

A rhyming verse that'll break your fall

Editorials are much harder to repeat

Pass on to friends like a song to speak

What is it they don't want to show?

Poets defined this country you know?

Amazing Grace or 'Tis of Thee

You're slowly losing Miss Liberty

Stop the clocks and look around

Be the observer in this town

Demand less gossip and violent exposure

Stand up for peace in a loving composure

Enemy black blood smears like ink undried

Wash your hands of his cursed pride

The Judge and Jury shall not be US!

The Truth shall prevail in God I trust.

 

   Ciera S. Louise c. March 06, 2005