I don't want to read, I don't want to see,
The headlines screaming at the soul of me.
Not in papers, nor on screens that shout,
Where truth gets twisted, spun with doubt.
Exaggerated tales, so grand, so fake,
Drama is served with every break.
From floods and quakes to war and fire,
Each word is designed to raise the ire.
They speak of stocks, sports, and stars,
Of space-bound dreams and battle scars.
Of submarines lost in the deep,
Of secrets that the powerful keep.
Ministers, promises, tall debates,
Endless noise at restless rates.
But tell me where’s the common voice?
The dreams of those with little choice?
Do they ever pause, ever reflect,
What real lives truly intersect?
The pain, the hope, the silent cries
Not just the news that sells and flies.

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