Crazed

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Each day is the same-
He said she said,
They said they said.
More fuel for the engine
That runs on pure outrage.
It has grown tiresome,
The same story day after day,
Week after week- a soap opera
You love to hate,
But we would all be lost
If it was anything else.
We have grown numb to the anger,
Numb to the bitterness-
Second nature to us,
Second nature to our children
Who fight the same battles.
Anything new wouldn’t produce
The same effect.
It wouldn’t get our blood pumping,
Our adrenaline flowing.
The daily news- our daily drug,
The one we salivate over,
Makes us crazed,
Makes us spoiled children,
Makes us put on new glasses
With which to look at the world.
And when we look at our neighbor,
We’ll hate them more
Than we did before
And we’ll love the feeling
Of our hatred.