The media are hungry for gossips,
Deceptive lies, and trash-talks.
They love talking about big hips,
Strange spies, and ignorant folks.
The media love fake diamond and glamour.
They cannot wait to have a ball in the Capital,
Where everyone is trying to walk proud and tall.
Oh! They can hardly wait to test this guy's humor.
Trash is for sale. These days, journalism is at its worse.
People only care about money to buy a new horse,
To purchase a new suit or dress for the inauguration.
Anything goes. The levels of education hit rock-bottom.
Racism is rampant. God, please help this generation.
Too many people are swimming in the toxic foam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You got that right. LLaP