The Feed

I read the newspaper the other day
And it tells me the world will melt by May.
Twenty-five more soldiers dead in the war
And I can't read without knowing there's more.
Somewhere on the other side of the world,
Kids and their mothers are starving and cold.
In our own hometown, a family drowns
And through the newsprint, I can't hear their last sounds.
In the great, white North, a forest was saved,
But its importance seems to have been paved.
Tragedy makes for the best news story
As any chief editor would worry.
There are planes crashing into sinking ships
So the editors now run for the whips.
The ratings depend on thsi one headline
So let's see those readers pig out like swine.