You suck!

Dedicated to the News industry…


So, here we are:

Dwellers of the concrete jungle,

Prisoners of our own, man-made environment;

the physical outside distorting the vision inside:

            work in boxes,

            live in boxes,

            think in boxes.


Force-fed your vision of the world we inhabit,

Conditioned to accept the barrage of information which bombards us at hyperspeed.







and weather…


Whether we actually need all this

is irrelevant to you.


Your product must be consumed.


Though you may have started as something meaning well,

Consumerism, technology, and the greedy puppet-masters above you

have transformed you into a monster which never sleeps.


A machine that churns out information –

            partly true,

            largely speculative,

            many a time completely dishonest.


You paint a world plagued with problems –

from oil prices to xenophobia,

global food shortages to non-existent nuclear threats to your ‘civilised’ existence.


You pump out words and words and words;

Inviting the masses to addiction:

24 hour News channels,

up-to-the-minute website content,

inescapable posters, boldly spewing your headlines from our every lamp post –

            into our streets,

            into our minds,

            into our hearts.


You create a public mindset of fear and concern,

Fueling the stresses of the ordinary mind,

Elevating man-made problems to the highest importance –

yet neglecting..even surpressing…the needs of the soul of humanity,

which must be nourished.


Yes. You suck.

You suck us all in.

Distort our view of Reality

by shaping our perceptions for us with sheer volume and repetition.


How I wish you were pure:

a return to basics,

being guided by morality,

being of unpolluted service to mankind.


But you’re not.

And so, I wish to escape your clutches,

And find – without your extreme ways –

true balance.




I like rooftops because they are freedom;
Every building has one,
And every person knows this –
yet most don’t give it a second thought;
and don’t know what lies above.

A world of freedom,
An escape from human-kind,
The biggest wide-open space in existence:
open sky,
endless horizons,
indistinguishable layers
expertly constructed by the Builder of all things.

I once had a rooftop,
Spacious and remote from everything,
A favourite getaway spot;
Where the sun would kiss my face,
the breeze would pass my presence,
and all around
peace prevailed in the quiet, undisturbed air.

Mountains in the distance,
Oceans on the sides,
Thoughts of what lay beyond those distant waters;

What far-away lands existed out there:
adventures to live through,
sights to capture for the very first time.

Worlds beyond my own,
Experience beyond my expectations.

From my perch,
way up above the bustling population,
I saw beyond:
beyond my own walls,
beyond my inhibitions,
beyond me;
All that could be,
If I dared venture out.

I like rooftops,
for they give space to my dreams.

Allow these inner eyes to explore,
And ignite in me the thought of what could be.