The Rising (2 / 4)

The printing press once broke the tyrant's chain. But now its ink runs thin

from hands made still. The newsman's truth is labeled as "disdain."

While headlines bend beneath the leader's will. The cameras quake beneath a narrowed

eye. As license threats and lawsuits mountain rows. No question asked,

no challenge dared reply. The free press bows where once it stood opposed.

The loudest lie is crowned the only voice. The murmured fact is drowned and

shouted lore. A nation fed on bluster, not on choice. With truth dismissed

as treason nevermore. When power gags the press with quiet dread. It starves the