The News

 Sally prefers not to watch the News

But dutifully I plod through until

Guilt or frustration overtakes the drive

For information and I switch off, but still

The ghosts remain to sour our evening meal.

Impotent against the endless flow

Of pain, injustice, arrogance and greed

I flail around to make sese of the slow

Acidic drip etching each raw fact

But smothering the spark of hope with lies

Accumulating till I cannot tell

What I should think, and thinking act, to rise

          Above this indolent depressive mood,

          Fight for the preservation of the good.

Brian Hick Nov 2010

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          I've 

     Been here

  Too long; today

I did not notice the

        Pylons.

Brian Hick November 2010

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