The Main Stream are dying, their control is no longer

They always played dirty, with methods I ponder

But chaos and lies, will again flood our screens

As they try one last time, for what might have been

Mockingbirds not dead, it hides in plain sight

People are gullible, they’re just not that bright

If there’s one thing to salvage from this decipherable mess

Will lessons be learned, before they return to the nest