Sunday, 24 March 2019

Integrity




Integrity





It makes of the news a pseudonym
that speaks for power, of the truth a knot
you'd hardly untie, so neatly laced, of its cause
the point of view, betraying its craft. It makes of their tweets
a copy 'n' paste, of their hokum a science, of their task
a kowtowing they'd never admit, of their stance
on this – and this – and this – the same as the master's voice
they hear as a fix. It takes the meaning of bold
beyond barefaced, breaks the bond of trust, and it just
makes the holding of truth to power a joke, of bias
a jape. It's a pitiful thing this toeing the line,
this dissolute lack of morals, of spunk, and here's the rub: 
if they don't play the game and echo its lies,
they'll never be honoured with a Pulitzer Prize.