The media, of course, lead with fire, blood—
We’re shown a dizzy world, spiraling, doomed
By hate, by gods, by greed—torrents that flood,
Submerge philosophy—we drown, consumed.
But macromilitaries aren’t all—
Consider what the micro does for us—
The stuff we take for granted: local malls
And rich amenities that free from fuss.
Though headlines howl, a switch turns on the light;
The water flows from just a twist, and heat,
At will, contains those winter climate blights.
Indoor toilets! Fresh produce, canned goods, meat,
Not far by car. Thwart mindsets that destroy!
Honor precious comforts—rich source of joy.
(8/19/11)
(Iraq, Afghanistan, and Africa?
“Not our problem—hey! Don’t hog the liquor!”)