Attempted Relaxation (HA 51 Italian Sonnet)

House Arrest

We needn’t agitate about the news,
when all we know for sure is we don’t know.
Reportage seeks no depth; it tries to flow
at us in summaries. For any who’s
experienced with something papers choose
to tell or anchors to describe just so,
it’s only the production of a show,
and won’t with facts the latest word confuse.

I freaked out during Desert Storm, as well
as when the markets cratered in ‘08.
I tried to be informed, but couldn’t tell
the facts from hype, and never felt the weight
of full disclosure. Dread events befell,
and we were rendered senseless, like it’s fate.

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