Yellow Journalist

When I was a child, I was soft and mild, My father quoted, A thinker so learned. A young man who is an activist, Wonder if he is not communist! He wonders once again, Is someone so insane, If an old activist, An he is a communist! When I grew old, old and aged, Soviet Union, disintegrated. Now I wonder, media's sons and the dads, Promote sensation to have more adds, What is coming out from the prism, Uni-color spectrum, yellow journalism. Bribes as gifts widely accepted, Truth and honesty completely rejected. Don't pour water in an acid-jar, You are on the wrong way and too far. Acid jumps out, may hurt journalism, Make a rainbow through your prism, Colorful spectrum will make you charming, But at the moment situation is alarming. They say politicians, wrestlers they look, Not read yet, and discussing a book. The anchors adding, fuel to the fire, Owners of the media pleased to admire. Honest journals, they need to resist, And welcome the yellow Journalist!