Words on a page
Not arranged
Just estrange
Another enemy to crush
Another war to be waged
Another battlefield
Looming
Of late
To lay waste in
Encased in
A constant news cycle
That’s making
Us constantly
Taking
For granted
The known world around us
Tall tales
Calumny
And conjecture’s
What grounds us
Confounding to no end
Save clicks, views and likes
The attention economy
Surgically strikes
At the psyches and rights
Like an unnerving agent
The advertise spies
Accept all forms of payment
So long as your eyes
Remain fixed on their message,
Their product,
Their service
Their mild depression