25/10/2023
Good Intent
Not sure what messages
You’ve recieved since awakening
But I was told by the swaying trees
The forever sun, the laughing breeze
The curious squirrel, a winking bird’s song
That love is here, and has been all along
Editor’s note: stop the poem there.
The newspapers blow down the street
Like tumbleweeds through a town of ghosts
Someone bought control over what you see
We all pay for what’s been lost
The fentanylization of social media
The notification of so-called information
Satellites of Musk, acolytes of mistrust
Goblins and trolls exulting demonisation
Editor’s note: I warned you, it sucks now!
Forgive me for using the dread “tion” rhyme
I just awoke and am only five minutes online
I meant well, and I offer all apologies
For turning on the phone, instead of a tree
Editor’s note: A decent save, but what does turning on a tree even mean!?!
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