Tedium

 

Birds fly through a tedious sky.

Wind flows over a tedious sea.

Boulders lie tediously in my mind.

Tedious words roll endlessly off

The tongue of politicians. Lies

Are the harbinger foreshadowing

The fall of democracy. We are mired

In the mushy manure of complacency.

Tedium becomes the breakfast of

Champions we are force-fed through

The incessantly tedious media. Fools

We are, you and I, believers in mundane

Mediocrity. All the heroes have been

hung out to dry.

                      -30-

Chris Hanch 6-5-2022