You know of course, there was no crisis.
The age of outrage just scratching static
Across the deep at Triton’s feet.

Blond buffoons pranced ‎in the night
Prompting a flood of ominous quotes
And not a little powerless poetry.‎ Others
Asked everyone‎ to chillax, as they did.‎
I‎n all the talk of walls, no one noticed
Gates slowly closing‎.

‎Giraffes dwindled, flamingoes
Fled rising water‎s.
T‎he second Planet Earth‎
Ended on a sombre note‎.
Somewhere, a cheetah took on a lion,
Every tourist itinerary undone.

Meanwhile,‎ a tribe stood up
For the sanctity of their land
And the army finally gave in.
No such luck ‎for the woman
Coming off her sixteen-year fast
Against atrocities, to run for office.

A patient woman spent her mornings
Gardening.‎ Hipsters spent minor fortunes
On perfect layers of coffee, and accessories.
A certain kind of person traded bonds
Planning retirement, so they could
Finally live.‎

I’d like to believe our causes just
But you know the truth.
Choose your distractions well.