BS

Day by day, minute by minute,
We seek to find, then find to seek,
Focused on the obsolete
On empty roads, filled street to street
Of many trapped in states of sleep
Reluctant to face life’s harsh degrees
Of human levels of depravities,
Mistreatment's and those plight-filled scenes
In distant lands, sound bites and spiel
And all such things designed to teach
Like Roman coliseum crowns, who come to see
The Gladiator fights, and staged defeats
Display their might, and “hero” wins
And those, who’s place is only to be
The fodder, sacrifices, for the “Master” beast
Dressed in hedonistic, sexual things,
Filled with glee, and riches to many to deem
Speaking empty, endless, ugly things
To draw on fears in the average man
And women, and child, and social clan,
Manipulated and twisted to make a stand
Against reasonable and ordinary thing in this land
While all the time ignores life’s real crimes
Which facts and evidence do define
Reality running naked and bear,
In a comatose, silent stares.

I want to scream, and cry, and bring
To anyone who can still feel anything.
Released from this, fly away free
Retreat, be absent, disconnect, don’t give in
It’s works are marred, it’s effect disdained
Look deep within, and think again
Give gentle grins and parental replies,
In the knowledge that you can see the dyes
That colors truth and promotes ending lists of porkie-pies
Yet a forgiving heart, and understanding eyes
That sees all this crap and walks on by.

Claudia Thomas Barber April 2017