Riffing on comments about Wendy McCaw’s win.
The freedom of the press
Is a complete, utter mess
Now that her claws
Are protected by laws.
Her right to kill prey,
Or spook them to obey,
Precedes the prey’s rights
To squawk ‘bout their plights
And fly like a flock,
In formation mock,
The talon that feeds
Those who fulfill her needs.
A crow like no other,
The evil stepmother,
Now crowned a queen –
Free to suppress and demean.