No Way...! Poem by DM W

No way are these hacks
journalists. All they ever
seem to do is chart
the progress of Tweedledum
or Tweedledee and
obsess about the intrigues
of the powerful.
Patterns are predictable:
when Blue rises Red
then falls, and vice versa, in
flawed democracies.
These hacks are hollow people;
paralysed forces;
fake gesture without substance;
shade lacking colour.
They are just smoke and mirrors.
They regard themselves
as the Fourth Estate, but some
of us are aware
of the facts and we see right
through their disguises.
They pat themselves on the back
in deluded ways.
But the discerning ones know that
self- praise is no praise.
O these mere hacks are shameless!
They never look at
things from the perspective of
us citizens. They
never look at the root cause
of the problem which
is a broken down system.
I think that they spend
too much of their time within
Westminster's bubble.
I like what Lou Reed once said
about them. He called
them the lowest form of life;
with the English ones
at the bottom of the pile.