Takers of News

It is such wonders of remarks that come from the lips of others
Cynical, Sarcastic, Ironic, and yet have no self-reflection
The spite that is so spit on the face, is even clueless to the matter of fact
...... and the one who sat across with legs cross, sitting back, pressed lips of a smile, emotionless, and with little effort, nodded with acknowledgment.

It is such ignorance of bearers of news
Such inconsideration and high level of hypocrisy
Such demonstration of stone cold heart
An illustration of the inhumanity that could exist
..... and the warmth that radiant is just a disguise, a concoction of playwright actions and regardless of status quo, is just another portrayal of an existing lifeform.

The fireworks that lighted the skies, the drum rolls before the curtains drawn
The commotion before the play begins, the assumptions prior to all exhibited proof
The lifeless form, the latent actions of the takers of news
....... amused, laid back, a prick to the heart, a slash to the wrist, a missing heart beat, a sigh heaved and eventually, lifted a glass and toasted "Cheers".

For dear Lords, for dear Saints, for dear God
For dear all ye followers, so lifted your spirits, so acclaimed with renew faith
How saintly and godly are all you bearers of news
....... rejoicing in such thriumphant sound of trumpets and horns, of singing of praises, and braggings of good fortunes that fallen from heaven, that the ego is so swollen, that the pride supercedes humanity and fellowship.

Takers of news, brushed aside, ignored
Till the silent of dead night, realized
The ghostly fugitive lies awake under the graze of the moonlight
Flicker its sickle, gnashed at the happy celebration
....... asked then, for how long shall the happiness continues, for the soul to be contented, for the mind to be contaminated, for the body to be so vile, thus forgot to partake in offering to the one whom so forgotten for their prayers and well being wishes.

Yet miraculously, one shall said thou sit at the corner and not come forth
Your ghostly face, decor with lifeless expression, commanded chill
So silent, so quiet, so forgotten
....... is it not much simple to offer a hand to invite, then to ask a question of nonsense, as it is as simple to forget than to remember.

Bearers of good news, have thus spite the givers
Have thus forgotten the helpers
Bearers of bad news, have so often remembered the kind
But have forgotten the pain
The takers of news, good and bad, and all as they come
Take them all, bear them all, serve them all
With kindred spirit, humbled humility and forgivance.