(From Rejection Slip Poems)
Every morning the reporter tells us
Of earthquakes, violence or war,
Whatever awful occurs somewhere
It may happen right here or afar.
He gets it fast, death and destruction
Mud thrown by political foes
Drought or flood and people hunger
We hear about these worldwide woes.
After his allotted minutes are up
When he tells us all he has to say,
He always ends the report like this;
That is all for now – have a happy day.
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