Mayday

      One of the poems for the Creative Writing portfolio included a current-events poem. This was the first draft.

What IS going on in the world, anyway?

What shape is this messed-up world in?

Spinning merrily into disaster; someone call a Mayday.

Politicians praying we’ll swallow whatever they say,

Every direction you look, someone screaming their opinion

Still makes you wonder: What IS going on in the world, anyway?

From TV to sports to books to movies, everything is going grey,

“Global warming-!” “Terrorists-!” “Gays-!” “Save the penguin!”

As we merrily spin into disaster, someone needs to call a Mayday.

Mockingbird sequel on the way; it’s important, but – is that okay?

Can the literary significance throw the author’s wishes into the dustbin?

Makes you wonder: What IS going on in the world, anyway?

Scandals in football and racing, movies in the theater repacking old clichés,

Communal experiences not what they were; cheaper now to stay in

Meanwhile, world spins merrily into disaster; need to call a Mayday.

“With great power comes great responsibility.” It’s frozen into our memory.

Why aren’t there more people like Uncle Ben?

What IS going on the world, anyway?

We’re spinning merrily into disaster; someone call a Mayday.