The news displays a hundred ways
in which the world's absurd:
'The End of Days' and wildfire haze;
I'm shaken, but not stirred.
I turn the dial and, with a smile,
I settle on cartoons;
and all the while, I reconcile
my thoughts with empty runes.
A homeless man holds out a can
and says he'll work for food;
Methinks his plan is a black-and-tan,
which brightens up my mood.
The warming felt as glaciers melt
gives me a lovely tan;
The flooding dealt to the Bible Belt
makes me a happy man.
Christian, Hindu, Muslim or Jew;
God's face becomes more blurred;
Just which of you does he speak through,
to get my spirit stirred?
As feelings go, this pain and woe
has made my heart go numb;
It's shaken, though, and who's to know
what news is yet to come?
I search my heart for a tender part,
my mind for a kind word;
But when I start to have a heart,
my care is soon deferred.
As more news-breaks increase the stakes,
I ante up again;
and my soul quakes at what it takes
to stir the hearts of men.
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