Peering from the edge of those belligerent news
Rhetoric, polemics, ploys and gimmicks
None I dare peruse
Words skimmed
Details dimmed
Seething words all grave and grim
I latch on to nought
But the highlights of the onslaught
Not daring to see what the truth may be
Lest I succumb to the pull of ire
From what truth, their truth can inspire
Of how gods on pedestal
Wreak evils of betrayal
And wrought woes to the silent
Passive and pliant
It’s best I know little for now
Investing in compassionate love bests hatred
The most foul


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