Before a virgin page I sit
And wonder what to write about
The overnight rain damps my wit
The world we live in - wears me out.
Such violence, shootings and unrest
Man's love of all that's bad and wrong
All disasters catch his interest;
The lure to read such news so strong...
The gory details, luckless dead
And those with lives no more the same
Cause many websites to be read
Is horror-lust wired in our brain?
That good news never sells, we know
And yet there's much to love, admire
If we wanted, we could change the flow
As how we treat the Earth is dire...
(c) Poet in the woods 2015