Whose Report Will You Believe?
written by: Traci Neal
Stench sticks onto fingertips, panic
wraps itself around as stretched tape,
circulates tapestries with fascination.
Steals calmness in individual speeches,
division and delusion replace peace,
promises are given for a false gain.
Works through each mortal being, who
has yet to see their corpses, open casket,
competition makes some lose composure.
Ignites anxieties within, advises emotions
to give up mental clarity, people grab the
catastrophes, whatever the news reports.
Fires are shot like fireworks, no exit door,
many love the adrenaline, blood burns
souls who swim and swallow its juices.
Takes temperatures to overdrive, eats at the
stomach, an addictive drug put on shelves,
drainage pipes that masquerade as pleasure.
Consumes words, a rope in the intestines,
worm food, consumers have to break free,
be abrasive against this device.
This horror has been a hook in the audience’s
attention, the world daily engages with it,
the beast lives and builds an arena.
We need an alternative, turn away from
the monster destroying many humans,
lay faith on heads, a crown hearts wear.
Serenity throws the weight off,
search and focus, hear the still, small
voice of hope, fear will die by our actions.
What we trust in, who we trust in,
will show us how strong we are.
- Whose Report Will You Believe? - May 15, 2025
