Journalist Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Journalist
Journalist
He saw the world in black and white.
But the newspaper always centered on plight.
This journalist was not satisfied
By this display.
He went searching from up and down.
He found nothing but someone who frowned.
The news was bad
Daily.
The journalist turned his pen to paper.
He went to a playground near his neighbor.
The news was good today.
There were children at play.
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