The celestial artist
who painted the globe;
gorgeousness of his work
eager to know.
Sends millions reporters
and retire in turn.
They live curious about
people, things and questions.
But lack ethics, truth
and reliable information.
Be influenced by fear, favor
and mingle own opinion.
Perhaps, what they purport
does not reveal true report.
The confused artist
continues the practice.
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