As It IsA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenAs it says on the tin!The pendulum of time swings incessant and regular, often too regular, hypnotic, soporific even as it lulls like a tinkling stream or brook, or man-made water feature. We grasp the tranquillity, the relative safety of those margins as the world passes them by with its tragedies and disasters, with its demands and incessant cries for our attention to fake news and on-line bargains, as bloggers and hackers and trolls and scammers patrol the skies, intent on an easy pickings. We try to keep a low profile in the hope of not being yet another victim; we try not to sink beneath the weight of the politics of lies and deception, the corruption of corporations who pollute and kill remorselessly simply for return on investment. But who are we but the voices in the wilderness without sway, the powerless masses who are irrelevant and only to be courted by half truths when our votes need to be counted. Indeed it feels we are merely cannon fodder, living in a bubble that others create and control, kept in check by campaign promises and a heavy dose of reality TV. 15/08/19 © 2019 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 15, 2019 Last Updated on August 15, 2019 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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