As soon as they hear the news
They are there like vultures
Looking for a juicy piece of meat,
To rake up TRP numbers.
Sound bites, close-ups and the panning of crime site,
Routine work, they do every day
To feed the voyeuristic audience
Their daily dose of people gone astray.
They congregate wherever
There’s something newsworthy.
Trying to be the first on scene,
No sign of pain, revulsion or empathy.