What light becomes
most fashionably bright
to rid us of the shadow of night?
Who decides
the cast, the angle
shining upon each bead and bangle?
Are we so transparent
no shadow shows,
willing to follow anyone who glows?
How have we not learned
that the light of day
best shows the way?
Fireflies dance around the darkness
distracting us from what matters
while truth lies shattered.
Talking points flicker
all day and night
while truth hides out of sight.
News becomes entertainment,
bread and circuses
to detain us.
News streams the highways
with fast-moving high lights
missing the truth by inches along the way.
Such roads cannot be safely crossed.
How do we get to the other side?
By stopping traffic at our own loss?
annarino writes 