Dark Sources
by Michael Doyle

The optics make me cringe.
Almost every newscast is on the fringe
It seems that we're invited into the conspiracy
While they really don't care about history

Everyone vents and is set on blaming
It's that PR game known as framing
Truth, it seems, has become subjective
No one even tries to appear objective

It's your side versus, ostensibly, my side
Even honest brokers have something to hide
Everyone huddles strategically for their team
We watch it every night on our television screens

There's gangrene in the connective tissue of society
So much so that it's no longer a matter of complexity
But the very roots of how life works at its foundation
Power for power's sake serves as the only explanation

There is nowhere to hide or any place to runaway
We're all endangered; the longer we stay
Texts are fleshed out between the media's calls
Dark rumors come down, suffocating souls between walls

Too many nosey neighbors are looking in
It's been this way since the original sin
The blame comes on us as we push to know what's going on
We'd like the Constitution to protect us, but it's nearly gone

If you dig far enough to reach the profound
You might be surprised by the poisons you've downed
These are the darkest spaces of ugly pessimism
Letting it go on leaves no more room for optimism

Systemic racism leaves a lot for us to improve
The Captains of America have their sense of groove
Shots are fired aimlessly into the polluted air
And.. you quizzically smile like you haven't a care

(c) January 7, 2025   Michael Doyle
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