Selling our stories

Your no longer searchers for the truth
Your role now to entertain
Instead of bringing facts to light
Your building up your name
Embedded correspondents
Stockholm Syndrome ring a bell ?
And impartial journalism
has in these cases gone to hell
Keep your hands inside the craft
and please don’t rock the boat
The drive to reach the top is moot
when we all know that shit floats
More gravestones to integrity
are arising every hour
Tails wagging, you perform for treats
Lapdogs to those in power
What happened to giving a voice
to those who’ve lost their own ?
Instead you follow orders from
the one upon the throne
The weight of gold is heavy
and can turn a writing hand
Yet the weight of hearts betrayed
bears not enough to take a stand
The voices of the voiceless
drowned out by the crowds applause
Celebrity sex scandals
and biased views on unjust wars
Your words are bound and muzzled
Literary legs lay open wide
And the ghosts of those will haunt you
For the fables on which they died
Graves like silent mouths agape
With stories never told
For life and death now market shares
We pay for what we’ve sold