This poem asks if the reader will understand how deftly our sun’s rays and the blue light of television can be juxtaposed and how so many grisly events in the news is taken with a blasé helping of toast and eggs. Asked also of the reader is the understanding that areas of society in a local sense and a world sense are left abandoned because important influences to nudge us to improve are left to falter. Despite the many conflicts, I hope this poem will smooth the way. Here, is my poem:
Earth switches sides with lightning speed;
Lightening, wresting her inhabitants from sleep
Silently alighting upon a TV screen
As a news meme screamBut screened from disbelief.
Sun at high noon
Eyes dance too fast for a chat
On a diet, strictly non-fact
Milking viewers soon out to pasture
Due-date expired for even pickles last year.
Ignoring who falters and still alive
Left behind in a graceful dive
Of disgrace and scraps
Inferred by passerbys with no maps
In drive-by shooting of looting
From an I-beam by parents beaming
While droopy-eyed kids are streaming
Leaves Senators to the plight
Only for a minute at night
Time to work with the right.
A president in a spare time,
Plays back-nine as four play
to a sequel
Of an iron-fisted Puritan.In countries with a grey future to foresee,
Citizens die too fast, or fast as a refugee
Who are hurried or harried as a stated loner
Spreading thin the odd blood donor.
An economy of left-behind consumers
With the smells of fast-food or rumors.
Maybe we have the power to change the world.
It does not require a flag unfurled.