The ‘Poem A Day’ Project ~ Day 199

The general thoughts on the news are that it’s all getting worse
That hoping for peace or smiles or laughs would be quite perverse
Whenever there is a good result or we win in any sport
The comment is that it was a fluke, or something of that sort
When exam results are better than ever, they say tests aren’t as hard
We’ll all be homeless and lose every penny ‘cos we have a credit card
We’re over crowded with immigrants who steal, pulling our country down
And young hooligans rampage through the streets of every single town
The cry is how every thing’s ruined; the downward trend is our route
No use hoping the tree of our lives will ever bare any sweet fruit
But looking around I don’t see all that, the things the news only show
I see hope, friendship and kindness to all are among the things that grow
The fear and hate and pain the news needs to sell its ware
I hope one day we’ll all realise that it isn’t really there