News of a boy in stress,
Is like the lending of money to a man of worth.
News is the best option,
Always special in contrast to the atomic bomb.
News has always been of dying,
Why do we have living and dying?
News is the speeding trolley in the super-market,
When the television has been occupied.
Why do you bother with these times
When what you perceive is truly yours?
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