the poet puts the kettle on

Appalled by what he saw, the poet

pen in hand declared

in words escaping from his pen

that it is happening, again.

Relentless in inanity

resulting in calamity

as witnessed in the mangled form

of long forgotten decency.

Ahem…

You know that you’re in trouble when

a bin becomes the antidote

when mockery and satire

carry half a Nations hopes.

You see how things have slid when

what is hid beneath a lid

becomes the bidden face of farce

amidst an avalanche of memes.

Seamless in transition

we are carried in a ricochet

and find ourselves beholden to

comedians and clowns.

The poet frowns and

puts the kettle on,

awaiting what comes next.