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