Digital Predicted Doomesday. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The screen glows bright, the news flies fast,
A doomsday tale, built to last.
A virus spreads, the earth it shakes,
Information bursts, for goodness sakes!

We read and scroll, we seek to know,
But fear takes root, and starts to grow.
Isolation grips, a lonely hold,
As stories spun, are bought and sold.

Yet, through the dark, a light appears,
A hand outstretched, to dry our tears.
Rescues planned, support is shared,
A helping voice, a burden bared.

But pause a while, before you click,
Whose fear is fed? Whose coffers get thick?
For clicks and likes, a story bends,
And truth obscured, no longer friends.

The world may tremble, storms may rage,
But nature's course will turn a page.
The good will rise, the light will gleam,
A hopeful end, a waking dream.


T.M.Solvang