Torrential rain fell down like truth
On the heads of the people walking home
On wellington’d minds
This is another of those little haiku type poems I wrote back in the 90s. It seemed very fitting at this time of election fever!
My spellcheck says that there is no such word as welllington’d. There is now.
We are all surrounded with information and truth yet ignore it. We prefer to live in our little insular bubble. As long as we are comfortable and getting our needs met we can forget about the nasty things going on all around us. Besides there is nothing we can do about it.
Reality check – the reason ISIS is rampaging and the chimps are being slaughtered is precisely because people do not care.
We can make a difference!