Like Christ Overturning The Moneylenders’ Tables
Hectored, hard-chasing journalist,
Target in an irascible homeland
That both lauds and despises
Your banner of candor and daring
(Uproarious marathon in which
The fiats of neo-cons,
The fluttering of fierce slave-fans,
The steady hiss and malaise
Of alt-right foolscap never stops).
Like go-for-broke Christ
In the desecrated temple of the fourth estate,
From outcry to repeated outcry,
Keep ferreting, disclosing, demanding
What’s true, dauntless reporter,
And what’s immanent,
In the name of humanity and gallantry,
In a time of subterfuge and festering delusion,
Of unerring rubber bullets
And demolished cameras,
When two and two are tantamount to five,
Keep crying Geronimo!
Keep upending the tables —