Cold Hard World

A poem about watching cable news, all day, every day!

 

Cold Hard World

 

 

All around the globe, seems it’s turning to s**t

 

Ignorance is NOT bliss, not one bit

 

Scenes of devastation play themselves out on the news

 

Makes one turn the set off; it gives you the blues

 

You watch for a couple hours, then look for a ladder and some rope

 

For something that makes sense you frantically grope

 

If you believe the media, the end’s coming fast

 

All the evil is set in stone; the dye has been cast,

 

And they’ll tell us all about it, after this commercial break,

 

For money still makes the world go around; they make

 

You sit through a bunch of commercials before you learn what’s going on

 

 You’ve got to read between the lines to find out what’s fact, and what’s con

 

Seemingly 3/4 of every hour is an ad for something

 

Politics, U.S. News, World News, over and over, bad news is king

 

The Depression Crawler keeps on creeping by your bloodshot eyes

 

It’s mind-numbing revolving door seems to hypnotize

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A lot of wisdom in this poem.