Today I read the newspapers
I felt wounded and so bittered;
No good news like yesterdays
And days before yesterdays.
Go call me all the journalist
Bloggers and media analyst
Tell them all, I have breaking news
Cool and fresh, like the morning dews.
Beautiful headlines but lengthy
Hence, they need uncountable sheets;
More than bad viral and the floods
But why do we so love discord?
Today I read the newspapers
I felt wounded and so bittered
No good news like yesterdays
And days before yesterdays
For God sake billions can still breath
Plenty lives are swept off their feet
Plenty victories are achieved
Plenty more than reported mischiefs
Plenty lovely words are exchanged
Plenty goodness across all stages
Plenty sparkles from good friendship
Worth read, waking up from a sleep.
