Some call it News, when it's propaganda.
Some call them journalists, I call them hacks.
Some label truth tellers as subversives.
Are dissenters really unpatriotic?
Some call social reformers: Communists.
Some call murder: collateral damage.
Some call brutal occupation: democracy.
Some call bold freedom fighters terrorists.
Some call wild genius: insanity.
Some call it poetry when it's mere prose.
Some call pointless bureaucracy: progress.
Some call the shots, even though they're useless.
Some call it light when it's really darkness.
Some call it heaven when it's really hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" Some call it News, when it's propaganda. Some call them journalists, I call them hacks." That's the essence of it. I must agree.