Social Media

 

My father used to read a national daily paper,

he believed in most of what was written.

In those days there were few other media outlets,

apart from the wireless and until the TV arrived.

The official media is a bag of bones,

which I long to cover in flesh.

I am not content to accept or believe what it spouts,

I search for the truth wherever that might be,

Often on the sidelines recently created,

here I can delve and satisfy my quest.

The truth is always evasive and at best distorted,

seldom clear nor concise in its delivery.

Sometime a letter, a poem or a conversation,

can reveal more of the reality of what is on offer.

Other voices with a different perspective are avaliable,

they can be lights in a fog of darkness.

Social media requires careful calculated selection,

it requires discernment and comparison.

I seldom avail myself of mainstream media,

to avoid the footprint of the state.

Social media can so easily be the tool of propaganda,

it is for us to use our intellect.

This is the age when what was once hidden,

is now revealed.