News Storm

News storm. Have you heard the news? For you will hear that our Lives are in chaos throwing us into a spinning spiral of ever growing hysteria. The headlines are shouting like larks in the morning. Bleating their warning. Spewing out their vomit. Of fear and panic. The virus is coming. Thine eyes see, thine ears hear the agitated, animated urgent reports pouring out at ever increasing speed. But Ears are deaf to the dying, the silent screams, grasping for breath, Words never uttered, as we cook up the dinner. Pour a glass of wine. Raise a beer to our lips Death has always been waiting, along with the washing up, and the vacuuming, Let’s fit that new kitchen, get that new sofa, buy that new car. whilst the world is burning. The markets are turning Buy new, buy now, must have, Have it now. No not on your nelly Me, myself, Living this life I am planting new seeds Composting those weeds. Creating art of a form in this News storm. By Pskips