Nomorrowland

 

It’s another contested day in Nomorrowland

With social justice warrior’s fingers Twitter honed

Bearing witness to the evidence that isn’t there

With all the conviction of a sermon being cloned

 

Somebody said it and it sounded almost plausible

Who needs logic when you can launch into a rant

He who climbs the highest ladder to a soapbox

Can inspire a crowd of fools to raise a droning chant

 

And all around the fallen are conscripted

To drill themselves like screws into the ground

Where the louder you shout the less you’re thinking

Until your voice swims in the oceans of the drowned

 

Truth is measured by the counters up on YouTube

Like a virus running from a fatal flattened curve

Spread the news until the new news tops the old news

Synaptic sound bytes pinging on the public nerve

 

It’s another wasteland wander in Nomorrowland

Another rush away from sense and pause and poise

Where right and wrong are blended into muddied ground

Obscured and driven neath the humming of the noise

 

                                                  s. paul     (May 2020)