📢 System Failure: Poem: ‘Argus Demente’ by Sean Bw Parker 

The media is trying to drive us mad 

It’s business you see, dependant on you and your 

Glad strivings, resplendent in the glee of tragedy, 

laid out in an endless battle between good and evil; motivations lost, and 

Cattle embossed by a loveless brand, enmity careening along splintered edges 

Minds broken and abandoned Into a somersaulting land

Conflict resolution looks good on paper, and 

Even better if they can make you hate her 

Until then we will plant tiny mines of doubt,

Ready to dispatch the handle and the spout,

China shards explode and sink flinted edges into 

Wode and Mallard, as pine-handled secrets open and tumble into 

A hedge-funded suicide, won by the detection of a conman rumbled 

‘We’ve got another one,’ cries the BBC reporter 

Reputation deported at the flick of a switch 

The twitching trigger-fingers of the helicopter’s guns 

Remove the heinous hun from the face of the desert 

And the shires, sent howling into the sun.