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CJ Jul 2022
Fire up your talk boxes
Life’s such a bore
Until we discover
Today’s Rage du Jour

Do we have to turn Red
if they’re feeling Blue?

Does screaming more loudly
make it any more true?

Is it fate we must hate if
They want to make it great?

Must our faces turn redder if
They want to build back better?

What if we hear different voices?
And what if they make different choices?

Do we choose to lash out
always feel justified
As our fears turn to rage
and we’re bloated with pride?

Who among us sees clearly?
Whose judgment is never astray?

What great one among us holds just the right viewpoints
to keep cyber pitchforks at bay?

He said sinless stoneholders
could fire away
Yet there’s rocks hurling
constantly every which way

Can’t we sew up our lips
and ***** up our our ears
and realize there’s much
we can learn from our peers?

It’s hard to see it through our spite
But life is rarely black or white

Whatever happened to nuance?
When did we lose the gray?
How did this digital mob get the power to police every last thing we say?

There’s a whole vibrant world in 4K
We’re all welcome to come out and play
Let’s not label them Other
When they’re truly our brother
Only Kindness can show us the way
Zywa Jul 2022
People just believe

in the new, and they forget --


that it is ageing.
"Geschiedenis van de Russische literatuur" ("History of Russian literature", 1985, Karel van het Reve)

Collection "Stream"
Andrew M Bell May 2022
Radio news bulletin in the car
the last item read in those mellifluous tones
is about a seven-year-old boy
struck and killed by a car
in a poor suburb of Wellington.

The protocol around the legal and privacy issues
means it’s β€œno name, no pack drill”,
but he was someone,
someone’s son, grandson
perhaps even great-grandson.
He had probably had siblings,
definitely friends and playmates.

Somewhere in a house with
inadequate winter heating,
where the household income is
constantly under siege
and life never rises above a struggle,
there is a mother and a father
who bear this greatest grief.

 Andrew M. Bell
The poet acknowledges "The Typewriter", the online literary journal in which this poem was first published.
SophiaAtlas May 2022
Evening news is where they begin with "Good evening."
And then they proceed to tell you why it isn't.
Daivik Apr 2022
So today on news
We have

Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-M­uslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Inflation something something
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Some politician said something political
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hin­du-Muslim
This celebrities dog is a scorpio
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu­-Muslim
"Will the Ukraine war affect Ukraine ?"
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Musl­im
Let's just shout now
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Mus­lim
Inflation something something
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim

Th­at's all for today
Tune in tomorrow for the same old sh*t
Replace hindu-muslim with left vs right if you are american.
Zywa Apr 2022
The news, every day:

fires are burning in the streets --


right out of the hearts.
For Valentina 'Madam' Bruno
Frank Zappa Tribute band "2000 Motels"

Song "Trouble Every Day" (1965, The Mothers of Invention; album "Freak Out!", 1966)

Collection "Low gear"
Nigdaw Mar 2022
what is worse
a picture of a *****
or a picture of a gun
for some reason
we have it in our heads
a **** is wrong
but somewhere someone
is thinking how cool
it would be to shoot someone
Censorship wants to protect children on the internet from seeing pornographic images, guns war and death are acceptable though, even on the evening news.
Ylzm Mar 2022
A mystery you can read and hear:
reading without understanding
and hearing without seeing

The wicked studied and searched diligently
to be on the right side at the right time
only revealing and judging themselves as evil

For without the Prophet's spirit
your interpretation reveals your spirit
oblivious to its grotesque nakedness

Only in private are mysteries explained
as parables were thousands of years ago
for you don't throw pearls to pigs

Then the mystery is as plain as the news
but not as the world count news
even as time is not as the world count time

Infuriatingly frustrating to speak plainly
it's obvious and inescapable as the sun
then your eyes open and you see the blind

Broken, stumbling, falling and crawling
proud of their wits, strength, and unity
I turn to see and touch the face of the sun
Francie Lynch Mar 2022
I didn't do anything controversial today
Other than hear the news.
I must be an aberration; in the minority.
I didn't shoot my mouth off;
I didn't shoot anyone,
Or invade my neighbour's space.
If I did, I'd be the news.
All I did was write an inconsequential poem
With a pen moving across straight blue lines.
I'll bet Chris Wallace won't read it on the news.
Katie Feb 2022
I had a poem ready, a light-hearted ode
To identities I'd rather have,
And lives I'd like to live.
But in hindsight seems insensitive,
Simple references to machines of war,
Turn from what was implied.
Because the inference is the key
And right now such things are taboo,
Not from some self-important sense of justice,
but because of the nightmares we're about to live through.
I can only pray;
Wishing this isn't what we are.
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