Keeping
Up
Feb
22 2020
I
keep up with the news.
As
if my civic duty
were
to be informed.
Digesting
events,
instead
of penning op-eds
and doing the grunt work of politics,
picketing
and protesting
and doing the grunt work of politics,
picketing
and protesting
and knocking on doors.
So
the world goes on
with
or without me.
I
observe, reason, judiciously weigh.
But
see nothing change
despite
my vigilance.
As
the wise sage once said
if
history doesn't repeat, at least it rhymes.
And
I find this is so;
that
the news isn't new at all, it's old.
Because
what would you expect
of
flawed humanity?
How we are riven
by belonging and blood.
by belonging and blood.
How we are driven
by power and greed
pleasure and sex.
pleasure and sex.
How
the rich get richer
the
poor even less.
But
the death of a planet?
There
are no precedents for this
no
end in sight.
Nevertheless
I
will diligently follow events
with
my usual detachment
until
their denouement,
saying
I told you so, I saw it from the start.
The flaws of my kind
as well as my own.
as well as my own.
Power and greed
pleasure and sex.
pleasure and sex.
Passivity and sloth,
the pride
of self-righteousness.
“He
seems to have drifted from online activism to couch-based
complacency”
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