Celebrity Napalm

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

of contempt

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 realign

to sit quietly in the iconic reality of Celebrity

and ask

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

And Celebrity?