Is the future...
Where once resided only the out-of-control flames of mediocrity
bedecked in sequin and silk
the new champions of elitist minds now scampering to upstage a colleague
be it science, literature, medicine, or, and yes, politics
Can we afford to forget...
Celebrity napalm whose history celebrates the scathing sear
with wink and smile
playing to the cacophony of camera shutters
Should we pity...
Those who fear a forgetful audience malaise
as they strut their iconic core of misanthropy
blinded by narcissism
embracing solipsistic intoxication
and ignoring their responsibility
Or should we make ourselves known, for...
To disregard the seeding and growth of a constituency
is to ignore the Natural Law mandating respect and good will
is to blindside the ignorant and gullible
is to fan the egoist flames at any cost
Are we not, after all, intrinsic components of the One...
Remembering that just as amid the smoke and stench of stygian incendiary
the napalm scorched vegetation struggle to reach nutrition and rebirth
we too find ourselves, these components of the All
the readers, listeners and viewers of masquerading pilots of persuasion
gasping for purity of air
clarity of reason
and the ability to once again trust
the comfort of innocence
Is it too late...
To defend what ought to be
to re-direct this designed weapon for begetting attention and forced submission
into a vector for aborting the mission
to return to the base
to sit quietly in the iconic reality of Celebrity
Are they really the Them...
Or am I too becoming but a drone in waiting
another love/hate dichotomy of self-realization
going gradually astray
as I load up my pay load of delivery
as I vie for my share of contentment, happiness