Globalization

These days move quickly second upon second eating away the innocence of youth! Spring gives hope, summer the bloom develops a path to choose. Autumn realism and regret, winter stagnates steers one’s mentality to hazy days in limbo. Waves of tears, a conscious to cast out, doubts and more doubts before the bridge to cross. Turbulence screams out, many meaningless words woven in sentiment, washed away in rapids of unseemly conformity, column after column of political opinion in constant bombardment of promise, each and every oppressor on their media trip, a saturation of nebulous speech, all without direction! Life ne’er simple, the human race on the wane, to dance amidst the sunbeams that dazzle honesty and respect. Yet hours of artless suffuse, never to wash the ghetto from one’s mind, never to live without pain, all that hatred, all that waste, wrapped up in one’s culture! © Harry J Horsman 2002