Jerry Behr Number 2
I’ve noticed amongst a great deal of poets on Poem Hunter
That they all write there poetry in the same way and they write
thus: “My heart is broken since you left.”
“My wondrous love for you ever since we found each other.”
“Our love goes to eternity no one is to put us sunder.”
This is baaaaaaaad news!
I’ve noticed in recent times that there is censorship in the news
which especially applies to the print media.
In the Western World this is not done deliberately.
For governments this censorship comes by serendipity.
Television has undermined newspapers to a point whereby
newspapers are useless. In Sydney we only have one newspaper
“The Daily Telegraph” the other is “The Sydney Morning
Herald” a wall paper. Who wants to read a wall
paper? So our choice is indeed very very small.
Infact I don’t buy newspapers for the news anymore,
I only buy the Sunday Telegraph for the TV. week, not for any
news. Imagine, any reality is done by television only.
Governments and institutions love that, because they have
all the financial muscles so they can rave rave and rave.
Meanwhile in the land of poetry the poets write
“I feel so lonely at night” “Praising Jesus” “I love God tonight”
For the government this is serendipity.
Let the poets continue with their bla, bla, bla, bla, bla
Heaven forbid if poets write political, economic hubla, hubla.
This the reason why I write about political and economic themes
because I can see how a democratic countries like Australia or
even the U.S.A. could turn and behave like a
dictatorship committing social atrocities against citizens.
Treating people on the dole as if they were cretins.
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