Saturday, February 28, 2015


No phoenix arises from embers
The ashes of decency smoulder
But cannot ignite to change
Soaked by a drizzle of hyperbole
Leaching from irrelevant clouds
News is now constantly reinvented
For feeding frenzies of irrelevance
Blind to what we are not shown
We are only what we know
Nothing more, nothing less
And we are so fickle to truth
Zombies of sensationalism
Locusts devouring false opinion
It rends the fabric of nations
And every inch of typeface
Reveals the slow slip of decency
Into maelstroms of indecent choices
How did we come to this?
That few others may see truth
Or else we came upon wisdom late