newsroom noise rattles
my ears like a subway train
concentrate on truth
This poem was inspired by journalism in my life, teachers of journalism, and my birthplace- Brooklyn, New York City. The words are meant to put the reader into the mind of a journalist who is not struggling to maintain focus in a biased environment, but instead is struggling with the absence of integrity, that exists around him.
The words are not a reminder to be mindful of ethical responsibilities, they are a lesson.
Me, in Rob Priewe's(JN instructor, LBCC) office.
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