Not all journalists die

young.

Many live to die of old age.

Particularly those, who write

stories for the rich and powerful.

They go on to enjoy

the fine pleasures of a long life.

Not all journalist die

broke.

Some dig gold with their

pens. Sky is the limit in

these days of paid news.

Not all journalists are

popular.

Being popular requires you

to write for the mainstream,

but some write only for the

homeless and the tempest-tossed.

Not all journalists are able to keep

innocence in their smiles.

Some sell it to the highest bidder,

some get dejected

confronting the hard truth

day in and day out.

Not all journalists are

murdered.

This honor is reserved only for those

who keep showing us the mirror

day in and day out

reminding us of our hypocrisy.

Not all journalists live

after their deaths.

Only some do, whose death inspires

countless others, to follow their path.

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