Spectacle

Let the games begin

Just as two thousand years ago

The roman crowds were dazzled

Bread and circuses

And we are sucker punched

We suck it all in

Forgetting missile strikes against civilians

Forgetting melting glaciers

Drought

Riders of the apocalypse

It’s pretty

Dazzling

We’re about as smart as a kitten

Playing with a ball of wool

Even if it’s the trademark rings

We’re dupes

But we watch it anyway

Drawn moths to watch the flames

That burn away

Consuming our humanity

Tonight

Watching jingoism conspire with competition

To engender a distraction

While the world hurtles down the path

Destruction

Alarm

But we anticipate a good medal count

Which will trump survival

When it comes down to it

Here

In your lazyboy, tonight

David Trudel  © 2012

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One response to “Spectacle

  1. Thank you! The olympic games have no interest for me. There are real issues that get swept under the rug of “Spectacular”. Distract the people so they don’t see what is going on until it is too late.

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