Media Poem by Adrian Wait

Aware of darkness
We stretch for the light
Then shield our eyes
We stumble and again we fall
Waves of doubt threaten
To consume and eliminate
The nothingness of thought
Like a cork on the ocean
Popularism replaces facts
Tossed to and fro, lost…
Vanished in the turmoil of isms
Hope like the breaking dawn
Fragile as a summer butterfly
Dies each day a death
Day to day unfolds to impart,
Cruel empty words fill the air
Spilling from the tongue
Scarlet and black serpent
A division of misspeak
With sting like a scorpion
Words depart like arrows
Fuelling indifference and spite
Words that cannot be recalled
Demoralise, defeat and dictate
Life in such times of denial
Where to think is controversial,
Unpatriotic, painful and isolating
The media is the king’s whore
Journalists the harems make
And when this day is past
Its only truth at stake
Pissing on a flickering light
We indulge and mimic
Preferring the night.