The Journalist's Prayer
1996, Jim Lesses. All Rights Reserved.

Oh, Lord, wont you send me another disaster,
A front page lead story full of injured and dead.
The shareholders love it and the readers are hungry
For headlines and photographs dripping with red.

Oh, Lord,
wont you send me another disaster
A mid-air explosion; a train wreck or two.
A wreck on the highway; the bigger the better,
Oh, Lord, Im a-leaving it all up to you.

Oh, Lord, wont you send me a right royal scandal,
A sexual dalliance covered with lust.
Between the Duke and his Consort, The Guard and the Duchess,
The heir to the throne with his hand on a bust.


Oh, Lord, wont you send me another new war zone,
A great human tragedy, please heed the call.
Well send a reporter to cover the slaughter,
To stand by and film as the bodies do fall.


And Lord,
wont you send me another young victim
of drugs and abuse whos got cancer to boot.
Make her timid and tragic, her life full of sorrow,
But most of all Lord, make her pretty and cute.



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