Today shaping up the way it is and knowing I will be tied up this evening (not literally, obviously) I had an hour to think up and write today's poem. No pressure then. Anyway, here it is!
by Steve Cook
These are the days
Of mass communications.
A billion conversations
Are shared on the internet
And stored in a microchip,
While the bomb in the TV set
Is wired to your mobile,
Connected to the capsule
That dies in mysterious orbits
Over secret locations
Tracked by the magic apps
Of Google Maps
In a corner of the sky.
These are the days
Of trials and tribulations,
The sacrifice of nations,
The promise of salvation
Digitally preserved
By memes like altars
To the gods of fabrication.
Enslaved by fears we endure
These days of knavery and
Slavery and the
Benign fake smile of
Celebrity preaching
The two-faced sermon
Of resurrection and damnation,
Feeding on desperation
Across the wastelands of the
Blogosphere.
These are the days of
Pulses in the atmosphere,
Digital delusions,
The illusion of threat, the
Prowl of vampires and bogeymen.
There are chemicals in the ecosphere
Prozac in the bloodstream
A viral infection in our
Might-have-beens that feed
The schemes of the
Bombers and the businessmen.
These are the days
Of political confusion
Our dread suckers votes
In the ritual of elections,
The fair trade of independent thought
For peace of mind.
These are the days of
Threat held like a salve
By aspiring tyrants
And the promise-to-protect
Worn like thorny crowns or talismans.
These of are the days of "if-only"
And all of us connected by truth
But shackled in the meantime
By the madness
That was always there.
But now it's intensified and publicised,
Advertised and magnified
A thousand times.
Deafened by the noise
We lose sight of resurrection
And the fine line between
Truth and lies,
For these are the days
Of mass communications.
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