Finds no time to ponder the wonders yonder?

‘Lack time’, we lament
but distinctions get lost
when much time misspent
searching for lowest cost

It’s such sad inertia silly
by choosy Ace Consumer
descendant from Ancient Philly
lacking vision & humor

They keep chasing all hell bent
just can’t slow, pause or relent!

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Ancient Philly = the area of Philistia. These days a ‘philistine’ is a person who not only ignores all conditions of life which are not her own but also demands that the rest of humankind should fashion its mode of existence after her own

“Ours is not to wonder why”. Just happy, thanks, to consume until we die

Dragoons galloped in the Light Brigade
led by incompetence, stupidity
Now another mind-boggling ‘crusade’
this one in commercial avidity:

Likewise is ‘ours not to wonder why’
when charging in reckless cupidity
ours is just to swipe the card to buy
‘Alive’ while wilting in flaccidity

A lack of reflection on blind obedience
may serve to hide in cowardly expedience

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From poem ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ by Alfred Tennyson about the 1853 Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War. The British light cavalry charged, due to its leader’s stupidity & incompetence, on a frontal attack right into the lowered muzzles of Russian artillery. Hence “Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”

The ‘blank check’ lenience we allow for our own convenience

We ignore stentorian warning:
Planetary life keeps crumbling
in depletion, pollution, warming
met by our evasive mumbling

We equivocate & grumble
just own convenience is heeded
Glaciers melt & earthquakes rumble
not taking steps urgently needed

Our children & theirs shall pay the price
if we won’t change habits, they’re doomed:
As rivers drain, temperatures rise
ending them too early entombed

But for us, for now, a small price to pay
for enjoying the American Way?

When everything is said far more is said than done

He carries on a lot
about urban blight
of societal rot
things not being right

While yearning for action
still without fail every day
he keeps losing traction
bogged down in most mundane fray

He digresses, slides back deplumed
self-centered, in ill humor
into role for which he’d been groomed:
The entitled consumer

who is unable to rein in his stride
though can’t be said he seriously tried

Taking great pains to secure world’s sea lanes

She ate a
much too cheesy
parched pizza
made her queasy

So next she orders out Chinese
As national security risked
with swiftly patriotic ease
gets the delivery person frisked

Here’s foremost what’s at stake:
that the South China Sea
stays an American lake
Surely we all agree?

Our Empire goes to great pains
to protect the world’s sea lanes!

Dancing to them, we are!

Images careening off keel
out-of-breath pitches twisted
in frenzied & frantic appeal
Any restraint resisted

Our attention usurped, wrested
in hugely bumped up gumption
Their vapid claims unattested
brought on in slick presumption

These ads of billions of dollars
bring neither rhyme or reason
just keep pouncing in crisp colors
Dance or consumer treason!

When speech & image
vile, while opaque
still pounce & scrimmage:
Time to awake!

On path unswerving, well deserving …

Behind plush home compound’s locks
stacked portfolio of stocks

and in the driveway
a monstrous vehicle
true to the cliche
monomaniacal

Enthroned sitting high up
me, entitled little elf
on my cell, with my pup
looking well after myself

On path unswerving
how well deserving!

So what if our Species outlook is dire, as long as the consumer heart stays afire

Right wingers march in neo-heimat
breathe out air & thought pollution
To ignore the collapsing climate
appears their preferred ‘solution’

How shall this mess, surely soon, end
as false cheers drag us in abjection?
Pernicious threats makes deadly blend
in consumer dreams, wide selection:

Wars been raging without ceasefires
as do now global floods, wildfires

Nations lacking sense to back down
prance at very edge of nuclear war
they war game ‘limited’ showdown
while ‘suitcase bombs’ may blast through backdoor

Too close to the edge we totter
in political meltdown
by the self-styled ‘genius’ plotter
revealed himself vile a clown

Economy precariously
fumbles while greed’s ruthless prophets
on Wall Street most nefariously
amass usurious profits

Enabled by our own inanity
we’re perishing amidst insanity!

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‘genius’ plotter = Trump