It seems there’s a slew of bad news these days,
which comes to us in all manner of ways.
From the paper, the tube, Iphones and the net,
one wonders just how much worse news can get.
I’m a humble man, not a braggart at all,
but a least one thing I’ve done is not awfully small.
I’ve worn the clothes of those resigned to their fate
And stood with the giants that protect freedom’s gate.
I saw an old mother once arguing with police,
And it made all happy that she said her piece,
for this mother wasn’t Uncle Sam’s niece.
She was an Iraqi- and now used her breath
in a manner that once would have meant her death.
North of Bagdad, in Samarra- on that “Tampa” route,
The mother no longer need subdue her shout.
Now able to exclaim to all that could hear
the ringing of free discourse in everyone’s ear.
Americans are built to argue, struggle, and fight
But we ultimately know what’s important and right.
Those things we don’t seem to know of these days,
when we get our daily news in a manner of ways.
Those which report- do they call it as they see,
to be the most objective that they all can be?
Like this nation’s umpire, to turn on a phrase,
they need learn to- and commit to- call it both ways.