We live in the world of the global media

The contest now is who is speedier

To bring to the insatiable TV screen

Much that once was left unseen

In days of wireless and bakelite phones

When news was read in sepulchral tones

And private grief was left alone

For those within the family zone

Now criminals parade their grief

With crocodile tears that stretch belief

And then we hear that they confess

While lawyers look to claim duress

And conjure up some torture session

Enacted to secure a client's confession

Proclaimed ad nauseam on the news

On channels fickle fingers choose

Whose misery to watch? - the choice is pressing

 It's global gloom now - a VERY mixed blessing!

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