The newslady (please critic)

An eye for an eye, a coin for a tooth

These were terms used for my youth

Punishment for wicked, innocence freed by truth

All done by the hero who emerged from a booth.

Naughty is wrong, nice is good

Just like Santa is red and the police is blue

Black means bad, White means good,

And apparently black lives matter too.

The truth is clear, I am not confuse

At least not before the news…..

…The news lady sat, with perfect poise and posture

Poised, to paint a picture, like an artist, our minds his paper

Her lips, held unheard words, her eyes told untold stories

Until, the theme sound sings and silence is sealed.

The news lady sang, in lyrics of just words

A song of, metal barges, colored boys, and unjust blood.

A song of, press meetings, street rallies, and court hearing

Not a song of, eulogy readings, sharp wailings, and incoherent swearing.

The news lady spoke, in words not too much

A sentence of, automatic guns, stained floors, and a peaceful church

A sentence about, press meetings, street rallies, and court hearing

Not a sentence about, eulogy readings, sharp wailings, and incoherent swearing.