The Soap Of Talking Shops Poem by John Sensele

Tears roll down my cheeks when a presidential debate
Stoops beneath hoops of a soup brawl
In which mouths from North and South of late
Regurgitate insinuations as imputations grow droll.

Tears roll down my cheeks when mediocrity
Vies with veracity for a pride of place
Amid inferiority, superficiality and alacrity
Competing to fete immaturity as quality grows scarce.

Tears roll down my cheeks when the world turns its back on Gaza
Opting instead to highlight figments favoured by the mighty
Who manipulate world opinion on a plaza
Much as they replicate duplicity in their financial city.

Tears roll down my cheeks when so many babies die of malnutrition
In a world that dumps mountains of milk and butter
Into seas while the UN and other fora display dysfunction
Failing to incinerate inertia from talking shop agenda clutter.