Fake News Poem by Alexandra Motschmann

Again a fake
In the morning to awake
In the evening discharged as a lie
It had to die

News are everywhere
even truth here and there,
but in the end you never know
In this exclusive reality show

Media trying to manipulate
by opening up their wisdom gate
They know the thoughts of everybody
and some skulls need to be bloody

For real research there is no time
It's more spectacular to reveal a crime
and if there is nothing bad at all
We name him just the sleaze-ball

Twitter'n even better way
To communicate and say
„This is my opinion of the fact
and what it might affect"

We have to draw our own picture
by accumulating each feature
and putting the puzzle together
The reality to untether