In the other room

The sound of the TV

Coming from the other room

Reminds me there is still something

We call the news

That lately

I choose

Not to listen to

And if I’m not there to hear it

Does it mean

Thousands aren’t dead

All over the world

That Trump hasn’t tweeted

That women aren’t beaten

And that black lives matter

Does it mean that the environment has stopped being degraded

And no one was taken by a shark today?

No

Like it or not

The world lives on

But I don’t have to listen to the creak of media wheels

That go round and round forever

On the same axle

That broke

Some time ago

If you stand far enough away

From the other room

And the news

The sound of crickets in the grass

Is louder

And it makes more sense too

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