The News 138=3
The news today is rather sad, like most days, the news is bad.
It seems that only bad news makes the pages
There are no more sages, and the world just rages.
In the middle of all of this, we wonder what will become of us
Should we bother about any of it, we can if we like make a fuss,
For all the good it will do for us.
Better by far to ignore the print, the politicians, and their pages!
Those mandarins that sit on stools pronouncing their impossible rules,
Devious taxes that snap at every turn,
they think they have nothing to learn,
When in fact the whole world remains unseen by them,
blind they are to life.
Following only the statute book, be it wrong or right,
they have no care for light.
Death we hear of in far of lands, exploding bombs, destruction and of war,
Left fights right, fanatics’ rage against some other god, and the blood runs,
The ‘news people’ with eyes from cameras filming on the spot,
trying for their slot to bring ‘The News’ via satellite and video phone
right to the inside of our homes,
Our lives then feel diminished, we worry, and we fret,
as innocent lives are let.
The weathermen, and the scientist say, that the world is warming
we must heed this warning.
The seas will rise and the storms will storm, and the very Earth will break,
great waves will come and unbounded,
devastate our lands and we should instead take the bus or walk!
While at this time, ministers of state,
whom we should not underestimate,
are telling lies about their bank accounts,
moving money from place to place,
trying to hide it without a trace.
Ordinary people who have paid and saved
into funds for pensions are now told, ‘sorry’,
the funds have gone; we have had to satisfy other goals,
so nothing, or very much less, is now all you can expect from us!
With no recourse and without support,
to the Government the ordinary people go,
only to discover that Pontius Pilot has returned to life
and his example they now behold!
Undiminished the ‘News’ continues to storm,
there is just so much to talk about,
Murder and Rape, Robbery and Snobbery, Celebrity but no clarity,
awards for this and for that, sport stars in fabulous cars,
and with bulging bank accounts, they are paid just to play about.
The monarchy and its million hangers-on, their privilege seeps out,
onto the pages of the Tabloid press for them to shout about.
On a holiday we go to get away from all of this,
only to discover that the standards we have paid for and expect,
have changed from the description in the brochure,
to something else very much cheaper, not so select.
Complaints fall upon deaf ears, excuses by the dozen,
no service and no respect.
Seems to be the same place we just left!
What else could we expect?
The Rip-Off merchants in their city towers
and those behind market stalls selling flowers,
finance houses, launder money,
and the very rich hang around like bees to honey.
Petrol prices rise and rise as oil companies take the profit,
leaving poor workers in third world lands
with little to do but wait for their own prophet,
while eastern princes stack the dollars they count in billions,
they don’t need scholars.
All of this and so much more can be seen,
just look around you; it’s like a machine,
without a soul its only goal is to take the money,
and too late you learn, there is no honey!
You can turn away, do not look back,
and avoid the ‘print on pages’ that lacks the way,
which does not know how to say good things to you today,
but no difference will it make, the ‘machine’ is fully ‘oiled’
and the planet has been soiled!
As you see I wrote this in 2006, it was true then, It was true before then, and dare I say, its truer than that now !!
