useless exuberance is dead
it died in the winter of America
the age of Aquarius is lost
it sold out on bargain day at Macy's
culture has been auctioned
education yielded to profit
buy a degree with debt
you get a scroll but no job
a consumer economy rules
production is outsourced
elections are bought
corporate personhood is law
pay as you go for congress
attack ads and lying campaigns
pout and shut the government down
forget what the people need
screw it all and cash your check
no one resists television
the epitome of mindlessness
no news on cable news
biased viewpoints of lunacy
hours of talking heads
the country and the world rots
our infrastructure crumbles
commercials push drugs
antacids for an acrid mentality
commercials prey on fear
cure your induced addictions
lose your belly fat
we cling to a cancerous life
new apps and video games
literature is unreality
reality TV is literature
poetry is prose
books are obsolete
newspapers are pamphlets
music is processed like cheese
organic music is the local bar
a dance beat and video visuals rule
lyricism is dead
racism is dumbed down to code
hatred sells like cheap wine
elections reveal transparent xenophobia
bitterness has replaced solutions
communication is babble
heads bowed to the eye phone religion
reading text messages
avoiding conversation
facebook has replaced face time
the timeline is for dogs and babies
the news infiltrated with ads
malware sprouts like weeds
the revolution will not be televised*
culture was sold to the highest bidder
Your frustration is justified. Life has changed beyond imagination. It is hard to digest! It may not be for us but I am sure young ones will find their own solutions.
Let's hope so. Young people have always been the hope but the world just seems to get worse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have sadly and magnificently summed up the social and life tragedy of the 21st century. It's all there, the Autumn Leaves of our society, decomposing. The shameful death of creativity and of the individual. May I call your poem an unavoidable masterpiece. a
Thanks for reading and commenting. Unavoidable? Yes. Masterpiece? I don't know about that.