Welcome, dear viewers, to the grand parade,
Where truth is bent, and facts are played.
The anchors roar, the screens turn red,
Yet the real news lies cold and dead.
A college burns, a future cracks,
But wait—did you hear? A YouTuber rants!
NEET leaks? Ah, that’s old and dry,
Let’s chase a scandal, make it fly.
A case in Bengal? A fraud, a fight?
Nah, let’s debate what someone liked.
Justice limps, corruption thrives,
But TRPs must stay alive!
They flash their screens, they raise their tones,
While real voices break like bones.
No watchdogs left, just circus clowns,
Spinning lies in suited gowns.
The fourth pillar? A shaky joke,
Sold its spine for corporate smoke.
So, here we are, just scrolling by,
Watching news channels live a lie.
