Analog has gone digital,
So much information so quickly,
What is truth and what is a lie, who knows.
They scorch the earth for an exclusive,
Relegating to the urn any semblance of journalism.
Erasure of the line between fact and fiction was inevitable
With each news segment fusing shock and entertainment!
Relaying stories in sound-bites,
My dyspathy grows with each passing day.
Mr. Cronkite’s bones must rattle at their blockade to reason,
With a charge of foul play at their lack of professionalism.
What a disgrace these vultures are…
Scarcely worth the carbon they’re made of.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~