Media Mania And Me
An Introspection
I listened to the news again, as always
— a habit which over time is weakening me
and that invisible part of the outer world
which lives within me — my inner maze
Believing, naively, knowledge bears wisdom
— the bellwether of freedom, justified.
There is wrong-doing, and marauding
wrong-doers causing a fearfully weak
stomach and nauseating my mind
with the absence of things.
What, I ask, is this mean streak in man
which can be tamed and fanned?
The epitome of cruelty and the void existence
of compassion are political humanoids
whose names like Harry Potter’s Voldemort
I refuse to soil my lips with.
Every now and then a glimpse of light
haloed by a morsel of goodness is reported
— a carrot at the tip of a stick intermittently
stretched out far away enough to keep us
reading, watching, hoping and believing.
The seesaw, though, remains lopsided
with one side suspended in the air
slanted to slide accelerating titbits
of grammatically incorrect snippets
of badness…
