If social media commentary
Is any measure of society,
I’d say it is going south,
And that’s not to say
In a direction geographically speaking;
Nay – it’s going south
The other way – such as when,
That famed apple fell on
The scientist’s head.

Everyone is precious
About their lineage,
Pedigree, colour, religion, creed
And everything else in between,
And wears it as a matter of pride,
That they can engage in this diatribe
And score a win or two or three,
Almost as if that’s all that matters,
In showing love and loyalty,
Towards political party, religion, country,
And everything of that same sheen.

Perhaps this ought to matter
As much to me, as everyone else,
I try to feel all riled up,
Outraged, angry, and all those feelings
That one summons, to show one’s deep passion,
But I feel none of it –
Except a tinge, perhaps of sadness,
That people fail to see,
The unfairness, or the sham, or the evil
Or whatever other vice it is,
That has them in their grip,
In that moment when they succumb,
To this vicious call – to cry foul,
And to decry,
Everyone and everything,
That appears foreign,
To themselves.