- Vol. 03
- Chapter 09
“Let loose the doggerels of war…”"Let loose the doggerels of war.."
She tells us she can take no more
of breaking news that breaks the heart
a world of which she wants no part:
apocalypes by the hour
the best gone west, the worst in power.
She's built herself a firewall
some fifty cyber-cubits tall
blocking the sights that now enrage her
(minor ones as well as major)
from politicians she'd like to punch
to those who Instagram their lunch,
worst-case scenarios come true
here a riot, there a coup...
and lacking the means to mend the times
resorts in despair to some half-baked rhymes.