Bless The Printing Press

A natural accidental, how astonishing
Two women hold each other in tears while a quarter was spent
Exploiting death and destruction
Land scoured, trailers flipped, and we are sure lucky
That Disney wasn’t levelled
Because our tourist economy would suffer
My fingers are stained with red ink
And pages bleed into contemporary
Yellow journalism reads like religious
Text as we fade into market schemes
Of pure advertisement
We bless this printing press
As propaganda is purely fact