No matter what I write or say you
won’t believe me anyway. Whether
I talk about toxic clichés or dumps
where failed humans are recycled
into stable votes, or kindergartens
where they are fast-forwarded into
defective adults or any other scene
where you claim your synapses
are not overloaded by a constant
information barrage aimed to keep
you overwhelmed and underplayed –
I know you won’t listen.
I am used to the litany. Thank you
for your concern, we hear but are
in control of our destinies. There is no
need for you to express your fear.
We are not afraid, the World is still
an amazing place which we wish to
bequeath our children – similar in all
respects to the wonderment we had,
perhaps only lessened in the growing
number of discerning sceptics seeing
less than we took for granted. Are we
to be held to ransom for that?
©30 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
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