Sunday Whirl (Wordle #218) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.
The words this week are:
trump, bust, level, kick, dressed, mess,
exists, music, spin, visit, system, sighs
It’s a mess.
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Our planet’s showing signs of high distress,
It can hardly be surprising
That the ocean level’s rising
When we say that more pollution is progress.
[aside] Science exists, whether you deny it or not.
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Be it Christian, Muslim, Baptist or the rest:
Fundamentalists are prevailing
And our education failing
As the hateful lies they spin are not addressed.
[aside] To say nothing, is tacit approval.
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Freedom levels daily get repressed,
The paranoia’s chronic
And surveillance electronic
And every move we make will be assessed.
[aside] Hello ASIO!
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
We’ve busted all the wonders we possess.
Should our society mammalian
Have a visit from an alien
They would be sad and leave depressed.
[aside] And not green with envy.
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Wars are dressed as reasons to express
Concerns for others rights
But these mercenary fights
Are ruses to subdue and then oppress.
[aside] But wars have all the good music!
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
Our politicians seek the corporate largesse,
While donations buy them all
And the big ones trump the small,
The big ones via Switzerland are the best.
[aside] We have the best politicians money can buy.
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
We’re taught the poor are bludgers, at the best,
We should kick them while they’re down
And then run them out of town,
While enjoying tax cuts given to the rest.
[aside] Taxes are the price you pay for a good society.
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
It’s like a really nasty game of chess,
Where power comes with the rank,
The rules are rather blank
And the pawns are sacrificed first or just oppressed.
[aside] Gone are the days the leader lead their army into battle.
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
There’s no chance to slow or convalesce,
Every year we must do more
As growth is the assumed law
And consumption is required, and in excess.
[aside] Am I the only one who sees that growth cannot be endless?
Whichever way you look at it, we’re a mess,
The thoughtful watch the leaders all transgress,
They sigh and shake their head,
And inwardly they dread
The day when they must cease to acquiesce.
[aside] Come the revolution…
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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