The Masked News

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They call it light—
those flashy tickers, spinning headlines,
but between the lines,
it’s just a crown of lies polished with truth.

Microphones in hand,
they claim honesty is their only language.
Yet, when the mic meets the lips,
the truth gets lost in transmission.

New lies dressed as breaking news,
old tricks replayed as viral drama.
We watch not for knowledge,
but for a performance
a circus with cameras instead of clowns.

Weekend specials mimic war stories,
but the tears are staged,
the rage is scripted,
and the anchor's stare is more dramatic than sincere.

They don’t break news—
they break reality.

In the space between
“allegedly” and “confirmed,”
they dance,
feeding us fear, fame, and filtered facts.

We’re not asked to understand,
just to react—
to comment, to share, to obey
the algorithm of outrage.

Truth doesn’t sell,
but believable lies do.
Their TRPs climb over corpses of real stories.
And we—the audience—
we’ve forgotten how to ask:
"Is this true?"
Instead we ask:
"Did it go viral?"

The news doesn’t report the world anymore.
It edits it.

With a smile made for the screen
and a script written by profit,
they tell lies so well—
you almost want to believe.

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