Getting older, getting bolder.
Mismatched views, news propaganda
Creating zombies, full of slander.
Eking out their time, shouting online,
An echo chamber but please remember,
That the views they hold have a defender.
Nourished on hate, a divisive spate.
Sanctimoniously smug sold with a shrug.
Cloning more rabid unsightly thugs.
The media praised; eyes glazed.
Double dealing, thought stealing,
Callous uncaring vapidly preening.
Selling copious copies and intervening.
Binding society to a populist game,
Ridden with shame, filled with pain,
How the hell can this remain?

Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet adulation in perfumed repose,
Beauty distinct fragrant overpowers
Consuming the senses is manic throes.
Then it fruits, its summery shift
To languish berries bright bursting red
For us to pick as the seasonal gift
Before the tree starts to Autumnal shed.
Start again your sleep encrusted with snow
Until the awakening when winter goes.