The Hidden Hand of the Media Moguls

An iron hand that's well-concealed,
Guides Britain's scribblers in their work.
Blind hatred's the intended yield,
An ignorant passion they'll uncork
With unrelenting zeal.

A judgment that can't be appealed,
Is reached in lofty hidden places.
The target's fate has then been sealed.
Tame hacks deploy their arts and graces
To blacken the victim's name.

Using bogus objectivity,
And fraudulent dispassion,
They hide their true proclivity,
As in scheming ruthless fashion
They manipulate our hate.