The Way It IsA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenFeeling feisty.Why should I sweat the small stuff? Why should I sweat at all when the earth appears to have lost everything but its spin? Why cry over spilt milk rather than simply look after my own well-being and my own satisfaction? Every second of every day we kill the planet, its creatures and its natural beauty in pursuit of false gods. Celebrity, wealth creation and acquisition have replaced compassion, companionship and human kindness. And I cannot do a thing about it. I am helpless. I have no power, no sway. Democracy is simply a dark lie, an illusion spread like unseen covid-19 to infect us all with delusions and the belief that we matter, and have a real say. And I have tried, lobbied, written, voted, shouted from the rooftops, and all to no avail. So now is the time to accept this inept, corrupt society and simply look after number one! 10/09/20 © 2020 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 11, 2020 Last Updated on September 11, 2020 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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