“This is a huh-storic day.”
Check the news like it’s a Muslim prayer schedule only to find panic, fear, frustration, yet you’re no nearer the headlines tomorrow that read:
None of This Matters – Truth Beyond Governments
Events are recorded. The whole is ignored.
Headlines roar through rollers spinning pages quicker to create demand for faster news, not better, saying:
Life Beyond What We Print
Weathermen watch numbers. Meanwhile, winds bring cold air south, but the seeds she carries are said:
CHANGE.
Seasons are forgotten unless it’s baseball, football, or political and Christmas is become elections that begin earlier each year, grow brighter each year, increase grander each year and people cheer:
Red! White! Blue!
And the papers keep rolling black ink over tree pulp pages and people pick up the one that fits their views, like doctrine, and all any of it reads:
These Are Untruths
Hands pass secrets under fine table tops hoisting brandy and cigars and then, Hark! The herald papers roll:
Stocks Fall, Money Meaningless
And buses disappear around crumbling high-rises, sidewalks crack by mighty, rumbling seedlings, newspapers compost for tree roots. Finally, it is agreed.
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