Media Poem by Binu Mathew

The world's fine when media silent!
Cos, they can make zones, witnessing violent,
Clashes, paradise of peace, or bring,
Chaos in calm meadows with dramatic swing!

They engage feeble minds in discourse,
Silly, sensational, and coarse,
To distort truth, hold false conviction,
Flare-up mutual animosities ‘n mental affliction!

Provide hate-mongers broad platform,
For brandishing their axes to perform,
Acts of evil to wreak havoc across the globe,
Like ghostly figures in white robe!

Cover up deals, cloaked in shroud of secrecy,
Between ruling elite and plutocracy,
And betray people, the central pillar,
As Judas did for thirty pieces of silver!

These guardian angels, the Fourth Estate,
Stoop so low to be courtesan of deep state!
Act as the mouthpiece of partisan politics,
To defend corrupt regime ‘n frame harsh critics!

Present foreign aggression as mission,
Hail invader's charity with no inhibition!
Giving under flash of camera with sharpness!
Looting in the shadow of darkness!

It's cherry-picking of facts, where truth is rare,
Like spotting a shooting star in the air!
It's no more a Pole star, in this era of post-truth,
With brightness ‘n fixity to guide the youth!