When the dulling din of populism
assails me with the hate;
when the plastic politicians’ words
affect my mental state;
I lock myself in my panic room
before it is too late.
Each day we’re assailed
with broadsides of dumb,
and volleys of drooling stupidity:
I’d better run before brain is numb.
The locks are strong and they should hold
before the assault that must come.
What ever happened to peace and love,
altruism, and high ideals?
The fierce anthems of tribalism
resemble lemmings’ squeals.
In my soundproof room I shall be safe
while the bell of bigotry peals.
I’ve been here for some time,
and supplies are low,
so, thinking here in the quiet,
I decide that tomorrow out I shall go.
With kindred spirits we’ll shape a world
where empathy and reason can grow.
