Perhaps you missed itno trace on the screen,
A story unseen, unforeseen, un-serene.
Three hours till air,
Then vanished from there:
A prison exposé wiped squeaky-clean.
On the hellsite it dropped with a thud,
Sixty Minutes now stuck in the mud.
CECOT went dark,
No footage, no spark
Just silence where sunlight once budged.
Said Stelter, with eyebrow askew,
Independence here? People may chew
Theyre threatening quits,
Over corporate fits;
Sacrosanct news, but for who?
A memo then flew from Alfonsi, incensed,
Each sentence precisely defense-fenced.
Five screenings, all clear,
Lawyers nodded, no fear
This isnt editorial, its censored.
We begged DHS, State, and the White,
For a comment, a quote, any light.
Their silence, you see,
Isnt neutralits key:
A veto disguised as polite.
If refusal now kills every tale,
Then the watchdogs reduced to a snail.
Why investigate state,
If they dictate our slate?
Thats stenography, not a free trail.
These men risked their lives just to speak,
From a prison both brutal and bleak.
To ghost them today
For politics sway
Is betrayal at journalisms peak.
Remember old Wigand, pulled tight?
How that low point took years to make right?
Now historys rhyme
Returnsdifferent crime:
Not legal, but optics this night.
CBS said, Dont fret, itll air
After more reporting, with care.
But the newsroom replied,
With a collectively sighed:
Whos weand is anyone there?
Enter Weiss with a pause and a pen,
Just add Stephen Miller, she said then.
And migrant wont do,
Theyre illegal, thats true
Context matters
again and again.
She told the Times calmly, composed,
Stories hold till theyre readyexposed.
Which critics translate,
Without much debate,
As Ready means never opposed.
So a precedents quietly set,
One authoritarians get:
Dont answer the press,
And the story says less
A kill switch the state wont forget.
From lawsuits to moguls who buy,
The press finds its oxygen dry.
When silence is power
And courage costs hours,
Even Gold Standards tarnish and die.