News Storm
News storm.
Have you heard the news?
For you will hear
that our Lives are in chaos
throwing us into a
spinning spiral of ever growing hysteria.
The headlines are shouting like larks in the morning.
Bleating their warning.
Spewing out their vomit.
Of fear and panic.
The virus is coming.
Thine eyes see,
thine ears hear
the agitated,
animated urgent reports pouring out at ever increasing speed.
But
Ears are deaf to the dying, the silent screams, grasping for breath,
Words never uttered,
as we cook up the dinner.
Pour a glass of wine.
Raise a beer to our lips
Death has always been waiting,
along
with the washing up,
and the vacuuming,
Let’s fit that new kitchen, get that new sofa,
buy that new car.
whilst the world is burning.
The markets are turning
Buy new, buy now, must have,
Have it now.
No
not on your nelly
Me,
myself,
Living this life
I am planting new seeds
Composting those weeds.
Creating art of a form
in this
News storm.
By Pskips
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