when ignorance is bliss

i don’t read newspapers anymore
it’s the same old tale
blood and gore
bomb blasts scams
crooks roam free
the innocent land in jail
so much of negativity
shouldn’t go with the morning tea
so in the rainy season
i make little boats
with old newspapers
and watch them float
drift and sail
recreating
romance and fairytale
of childhood
because when truth hurts
lies are good
when ignorance is bliss
it’s folly to be wise