In turbulent, muddy times
More than a compass
You need an app
To tell you
Where the wind is blowing
Get yourself aligned
To the zeitgeist of the Age
Learn where it is best
To rest your eyes
And avert the sight
Of blood flowing
In all its might
and dependence on gravity
Learn where it is convenient
To position yourself
For maximum net gain
Of the pet cause you sustain
The app has a function
To exercise your breath
So you can yell
The loudest slogans
And turn your ear deaf
To the arguments of the other
The app has a button
You can click
And it will seamlessly
Cut through pesky
Layers of complexity
Sediments of history
It will wipe clean the trauma
And vaporize the enemy
It will offer a clean slate
Where you can start anew
And create your preferred worlds
All atop your favorite words
Your castles with foundation of clay
That’ll survive yet another day
As the earth spews its hurricanes
Of winds no app can forecast
To clear its bothersome guests
Who go on dehumanizing and devising
Scales of suffering and unrest
Leaving us all debased and aghast.
Pina Piccolo, 2 November 2023