Nothing ever changes.
Media moguls repeat
the same old lies, whilst
people go round and round
in their goldfish bowls,
with selected memories.
Yesterday's news is
washed up on faraway shores.
Audiences crave
the perpetual present.
Nothing ever changes.
O resistance is futile!
Corporate leeches
feed off innocent blood and
nothing ever changes.
Pull the blinds on history.
Eyeballs gloss over
crazed, clickbait articles.
Event horizons
are apt metaphors. For they
mirror stormy seas
of vast misinformation.
Nothing ever changes,
when apathy reigns supreme.
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