Titanic Post

by Anonymous

This poem seems to give my essay “Be Afraid” from June 23rd a bit of balance.

Words have changed in recent times,
Changed to jive with modern rhymes.

Where once they seemed to clarify,
They now our reason do defy.

Our great institutions see fit to commission
Their dark interests without our permission.

Using the science of public relations,
They want to avoid alarming sensations.

When faced with large profit,
They’ll think of their market.

Good for our health is toxic sludge;
From dissenting positions, they will not budge.

Silicon chests enlarge our esteem,
No danger of seepage says academe.

Do not fear mad cow disease,
It won’t happen here, if you please.

So go back to sleep dear reader of mine.
The market is purring and all will be fine.

Still don’t know who wrote this. I found this poem written on a piece of paper inserted in a library book.  If anyone knows the name of the author, please let me know, and if you publish this poem, please link back to this site. Thank you.