A Journalistic Intent

The newspapers are not what they used to be
Slave to some indignity
And they do not report on the crime
I watched the man do hard time
And no one listened
My teardrops glistened
And I saw the female pulverise
It is right under our eyes
And yet no one looks
Everyone’s too busy on face books
Liking tutorials about how to paint the sky
Or do a smokie eye
And I lie
When I say that it’s okay
That we spend our time this way
And all the chicks call me out
For putting a hand over their mouth
And telling them they cannot spend their days
As they like but there are so many ways
They are influenced by outside forces
And the thing is they love divorces
When they’re spread all over shiny pages
Coz the part of them that rages
Tells them it’s normal, okay
Everyone else is doing life the same way
Just don’t go looking or you will find
A much darker side to the human mind
And your being on a marionette
Does nothing to ease the regret
Of those who took a step too far
In an empty room or a crowded bar
And I don’t mean to spill the tea
But there are deeper dragons than me
To lady up a storm
And it would make you wish you were never born
To roll in that sea
I looked at the gross debauchery
Under the cover of a sheet
And I’m dying to meet
A man who could protect me
But they all reject me
When they see I am not for the string
I’ve got a scissors and I cut everything
And it’s like woke Barbie in the movie
But there was a point when Greta lose me
Coz I’m not buying all that is sold
And women don’t do what they’re told
They do what they’re made to do
And I must say the change starts with you
Getting informed
But be warned
The bed of roses is full of thorns
And the darkness is a storm
You cannot quench with water
There is an ungodly slaughter
Going on
I watch the sunset til it’s gone

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