He calls
himself a journalist
Confident that
he’s a crack reporter
Truth be told he’s
nothing but a shill
A useful, pliable
tool
In the hands of
the left
An attack dog released
at their command
Unquestionably
believes everything he’s told
Long ago he
gave up aspirations
To be a serious
and well respected journalist
Stories of
substance go untold
For they take
too much time and effort
Followed by
unrelenting criticism if he goes against PC storyline
So what if a
high ranking political leader
Gets away with
lying criminal actions
With nary a
slap on the wrist
So what if the
door is held open wide
No attempt to
seriously vet those who may have hateful intentions
Stand by with shock
and horror when murderous plans are unleashed
So what if our
military is abandoned despite pleas for help
Only to be left
to fend for themselves
When overrun by
well-coordinated radical Islamic jihadists
So what if our
borders are like a sieve
After all, US sanctuary
cities
Stand ready to
embrace illegal immigrants, no matter their crime
When race
relations are at a new low
He adds fuel to
the fire
Joining the
popular political narrative
A thorough investigation
will take too much time
Headlines will
be missed
What if the
facts don’t match the story at hand
Long ago, his
quest to be a great journalist was forgotten
No longer known
for truth, honesty, integrity and digging into a story
Instead he’s
settled for being just another useful reporter
by Susan
Wachtel
July 19, 2016
This poem was
inspired by the ridiculous irrelevant stories the press is running with
following the first day of the Republican National Convention. If reporters and journalists were to actually
focus on real stories of substance, we might have a chance for real dialogue on
important issues of our day.
#RNC2016
#MelaniaTrump
