Thursday, August 30, 2007

This Night's News




Many more die on this night’s news
Brought to you by round-the-clock crews
“Natural” disasters, floods, bombs, pain
Edited and angled in a sixty second frame

It is just a snap shot
Taken from the sky
The speakers rush behind their desks
No time to ask them why

Watch our biggest blunders
waltzed across our face
And as the world keeps spinning
The faults quicken their pace

To fall, us all,
Into the ocean –adrift
The end of an era
Over, swift.

Welcome to Jonestown
Have something to eat
Here, drink your poison
Here, you will sleep

Messes we do pile
Solutions we do lack
Things we thought we’d buried
Come to haunt us back

Humanity seems horrid!
Someone get a broom!
We let the cat out of the bag
An elephant’s in the room

It should send us a signal,
Like a satellite
The little things we do today
Will hit us tomorrow night

We should send a signal
to the satellite
With the
little things we do today.

©SirBarrett 2007

Poetry

7 Comments:

Blogger Mitzzee said...

very nice.
scary and horrid, but nice.

love your writing, as always.

peace little brother.

(ps the people with signs were NOT farmers, i love the farmers, that's why i support them and buy ontario produce from THEM, they were from a far away country...i'll explain when/if i see you) xo

9:25 AM  
Blogger madamerouge said...

Got the bubble-headed bleach blonde
comes on at five
she can tell you 'bout the plane crash
with a gleam in her eye
it's interesting when people die
give us dirty laundry

8:38 PM  
Blogger Adorable said...

Look at MR trying to top Sir B.

How daring on Sir B.'s blog!

4:50 PM  
Blogger phish said...

a little smile.
a lot of musing.

good stuff this.

3:09 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

great poem. my first reaction, "oh, wow!" :)

11:02 PM  
Blogger Manic Street Preacher said...

fuck, barrette, i like this, i like this a lot.

:)

\m/

11:36 PM  
Blogger Marc said...

Excellently done. The work of a true craftsman

6:33 PM  

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