We’ve entered a foggy time
Where only the insane are truly free
Politicians thrive
With agendas where their brains should be.
Where “dialogue” is shouted curses
Wielded like dull-edged swords
And our defense against this loud banality
Our faces sunken into phones, terminally bored.
We no longer slouch towards Bethlehem
But think its existence is just fake news.
The truth is no longer a solid thing
But a clay molded with our views.
I’ll not try to do what Didion did,
I’ve neither the competence nor the need
To walk around in different shoes
In glasses smoked with weed.
I’ll just erode in peace here dark
While the world in every direction implodes to dust.
The red of it not iron-based –
Eternal quiet the only end to our distrust.
Thanks for the comments. This subject matter triggers me so it was hard not to overreact, put my agenda where my brain should be. I think I succeeded if only in a poor but honest way.
Eddie, you bring up some important, serious points in this poem that prove your concern and disapproval of incompetent politics and confused people in our world. Thinking about it all can be enough to make your head spin, especially when there seems to be no end. For this reason, the title of this poem fits the content perfectly. With each thought, with each new gnarly revelation, our mind spins until it all finally becomes a big blur!