The press

The press
 The press can do what its publishers do
But the rights, roles and chastity.
They forget and make fun of it
 In the face of sword and quiver altogether;
The press is powerful and stronger
 To handle the hurdles in crisis and zeal.
To raise the hands of strength of mind
As if they loss or gain in parity terms..
In motion and destitute they win the race
They can talk and moralize gleefully
In the teeth of ocean when they fall
As if these are the creativity of their own.
They have earned and piled up what they achieve
time to time and decades to decades.
The press spreads knowledge if they apply
In good sense of humors in birth of nation
They fight and fight like death trap in Philippines.
 The press is the source to release the thoughts
For the old and unhappy doers to gain,
And to fortify the rhymes of brotherhood.
 In question to express and recoup the talents
They need to awaken the dead soul
continuous and everlasting its growth..
 The press is such which misguides the people
And the authority who controls the press,
Such threat goes into the blood of the politician
The new campaign begins and ends in this way..
For the people who cherishes to brighten the future T
The press is merciful in tact and relatively crazy
The days come in and gone by
Beside the face of the page of horseshoe nail
It is the turn for those who lose faith
 Upon the regular habits to form by degrees
The plants and the creepers jointly
Binding together even now or the day after
Or even God knows whichever is perpetual
Or not as the harbinger of truth
Strategically dead hereinafter./