You can hear it every day at prime time,
The world being called to order.
In the twilight, in the back and dark night,
When the deed is already done,
News from the whole world, with the rattle of martial drumbeats.
Trumpet blasts, urgent strains,
calling us to fall in rank, our schedules to surrender.
“Here is the News, pay ye heed!
Hear the latest triviality!
Fear some new alarm!
Sneer today’s politician!
Year lost a working day at sundown;
Peer briefly at rich men’s shares!
Cheer the sports, you ought to care!
Ladies and gentlemen, the News is
Here.”
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