Would that we could say to the men who lead our world - "You're fired!" Ah, but our founders, bless their privileged souls, thought it might be wise to let money talk, instead of wisdom. The hollowness of materialism, and the pursuit of power for the sake of abusing it, have eaten at the potentially fruitful tree of democracy. If we are the last generation, we ought to plant seeds.... A poem. More
How can a tree stand when it is being eaten out from within? The hollowness of modern life, democracies without true leaders, the scapegoating of the weak and persecuted by the men of power and gold - all point to the futility of building a society where it is not the wise who rise to the top, but reckless parasites instead have their way with our world. Pompous, thin skinned leadership is taking the once-promising democracies to the precipice, and the very class responsible for most of our woes purport to be the ones who can drain swamps and fix it all. Dictatorship is the next logical step for the wealthy-and-connected. Can one poem say it all?
Whether she's bending light into rainbows or flying on a hyper-sonic broomstick, Rori can be counted on to describe the darkest corners of existence with both humour and pathos. Sometimes, though, she goes a little too far....
When future people decipher our computers, they will find pre-apocalyptic writings in abundance. Will those future societies avoid the fate that the current civilization is magnetically attracted to? Only if they heed the warnings given in literature such as World on Fire Poetry. Now is the time for poets to be forceful and explicit!