| by Sunalie Ratnayake
( January 30, 2013, Los Angeles, Sri Lanka Guardian)
(I)
The Deceiving ‘She’ Journalist,
She was known by the swarm…
She lied through her teeth,
Like a shameless deform…
Once a jobless indolent,
Hungrily hunting for some scope…
Then, ‘Journalism’ she sold,
To keep her thriving with some ‘dosh’…
‘Ethics’ and ‘Morals’, did seem to forever crinkle,
Beneath the rags, she swept them, minus a mere sprinkle…
Just as she “hid the utter truth”, to her benefit,
And “acted her drama”, conning all, like a bandit…
(II)
Rather ‘fishy’ it all seemed, how she rushed like a squall,
At the minute concluding - as all were about to depart…
Many moments had passed, since he breathed - which was his last,
In the cold gloomy theatre - the hospital in which he passed,
The slain ‘editor’, she ‘succeeded’, yet, ‘unmerited’ of course…
Clad in ‘perky crimson’, she looked bright as a ‘peppy horse’,
Not a tear did cascade, from her eyes - no such remorse,
No emotions reflecting the moment - slaying of her ‘precursor’, of course…
Did she entice “The Big Brother”, then and there? - God only knows,
Though ‘old and grey’ by then, he never missed a woman’s allure…
Sure enough, it was the hospital, where his brother did breathe his last,
Yet, for the ‘Old Man’, all what mattered, were his cravings to take flight - real fast…
“Baby Brother” no more to make decisions, he was gone - at rest his soul,
Prolocutor of the paper – it became the “Old Man’s” sole voice and chore…
He employed the “Scheming Deceiver” – She gave him ‘bait’ – “bow-chicka-bow-wow”,
That was the “begging of an ending” - of once a nation’s weekly, with much grandeur…
(III)
Soon she invaded, the building five-story, standing ever poised…
Soon she took over his room - once a “true editor’s” peaceful site…
Soon she called the editorial, and babbled her arrogant voice…
Soon old editorial members, one-by-one, slipped the annoying site…
Soon new writers were brought in, most of them ‘outmoded’ or ‘neophyte’…
Soon they were known to be her ‘flunkies’, who kissed her ‘fanny’ with delight…
Soon she produced “fake death-threats”, seeking prominence – what a pathetic life…
Soon filthy games played the “swindler” – it became a phony’s dramatic fight…
‘By day’ she acted “Anti-Government” - fooling audiences, left and right…
‘By night’, she was literally concomitant – with “State Heads”; her cliques of delight…
They funded her under the table, gave ‘security’ and ‘carrots’ of her choice…
They made her do all they wanted – as she ruined, once a forthright news guide…
(IV)
Then came along, such an eminent, and filthy to the core Court Case,
Against the island’s, once a potent, ‘Military Head’, with much weight…
‘White Jack Case’, or ‘Blizzard Flag Case’ - it was known by all sorts of names,
Another podium, the “She Deceiver” took over - playing merrily her disgraceful game…
Even names she distorted,
Said; ‘Yes’ and ‘No’, in equal notions…
Said; she “didn’t have a recording apparatus,”
Leaving no proof to the “dialogue, therefore erupted”,
Between her and the “Martial in focus”,
Hence, “her lies took wings and proliferated”…
The attorneys catechized,
She was all scrutinized,
Yet her ‘deceits’ seemed to be emphasized,
As the audience was all traumatized,
‘Mendaciousness’ - the tool she utilized,
A disgusting way of life, she specialized,
A noble profession, she demoralized,
A ‘squander’ - functioning uncivilized,
“PRESS’S BLACK-MARK”, she did symbolize,
Hard to repair, even if sterilized…
(V)
Not leaving at that,
She acted in fact,
Ruining a family - once compact,
Securing funds, boy, did she distract,
The “Old Man”, who did not seem to obstruct,
Now the paper - his sole construct,
She trapped him in her own contract,
He been rewarded with a fine ‘sex act’,
What more could he ask for, – the evil stale rat,
Her world was his only interact,
Her lust was his only impact,
The ‘weekly’ was all inexact,
It’s baring was simply reenact,
Never matched the ‘original’ – it was whacked,
‘Ethics’ was all it lacked,
The ‘truth’, it did redact,
Had the brother been alive, he would have sacked,
Together the “chair”, and his “taint” – both intact,
The “she journalist”, and “her lover”, she hijacked,
When money was sniffed, both did diffract,
A ‘profession’ they traded for corrupt contracts,
What a dreadful disaster - what a wreck…
(VI)
Some more steps, did the corrupt one trod,
Destroying the slain victim’s, lifetime of great tasks…
The local zones – for her now a mere roughshod,
Hence, “greener pastures”, she began to ask…
“Kangaroos”, at once did reject her, as odd,
They detected her falsified mask…
Even though she performed, inside consulate halls,
Her deceitfulness erupted – unmasked…
Finally she hit, another prolific path;
“Land Of Liberty”, an acclaimed target,
Which she thought, she could easily surpass…
As she passed its façade,
Lied through her teeth, to all who asked…
Passed days, robbing Journalist’s reserve of funds,
She had fooled quite a distinguished bunch…
Through her lies, saying she is in “exile”,
But in reality, been such a ‘deceiving ripe’…
She could glide like an ‘infectious gnat.’
(VII)
The best joke is when local “State” made account,
Of her departure to enhanced, greener shores,
Only “after” she left her home shores,
Was the “State” that unwise and obscure?
Allowing her escape, and then making uproar…
If her life was in ‘danger’ – was the “State” her sole stranger?
How come they missed her – where were the defenders?
Is intelligence such an ineffective, vain horde?
She may be laughing at “all” - now rejoicing of course,
As she fooled all who mattered – what a bite…
The ‘general public’, ‘bodies’, ‘specialists’ of all sides,
As she “jumped her country” – “running from judgment,”
Where “pending court cases” - “against her”, still rumble...
Upon much clatter she left, they may now have to stumble…
While she disguised in “Anti-Government” - fake gear,
And truly worked with “State Heads” – undercover…
(VIII)
God only knows, her next boisterous odd flash,
She may aim at experts, who seem to remain in mere dark…
Like the old men she seduced - being a ‘tart’,
So-called “Chairmen” of exceeding high class,
Crumbling “Doctors of Eighty” - more scalawags of the likely art,
To whom she gave bait, their short-lived illusory sweetheart…
Basking in reflected glory, she must be thinking; “Boy, am I not smart”,
By always misleading conceivable ‘Humphrey Bogarts’…
She not knows, it’s only a half-done maquillage,
Like her face, that is worn, and now looks vague…
What a disgraceful deceiving “Alley Cat,”
What a shame to a profession, otherwise “A Fact.”
~ The End ~
Sunalie Ratnayake is a Sri Lankan Journalist based in USA.
She could be contacted at : sunalie.secretandbeyond@yahoo.com / sue@srilankaguardian.org
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