No Rest for the Worry: Why I Turned off the News (Poem)

 
There's, indeed, rest for the wicked
and much less for those who worry--
for those who panic and scurry
.

They are those who skim headlines
and, in doing so, their peace of mind is what they're fined.

They read bits and pieces, with minuscule analysis--a practice further leading to intellectual paralysis.

They're obsessively fearful of being challenged;
they'd rather "sound right" than alter their views to "fair and balanced."  

They loathe taking time away from SM to learn history,
which is why true peace, to them, remains a mystery.

They don't understand how things got where they're at.
They're the bland pot, making sure the seasoned masses don't react.

Hearing about the thousandth neighborhood shooting
I argue just leads to your own mental screwing. 

What reports of local robberies or foreign bombings overseas
have ever succeeded in putting you and me at ease?

Channel (insert mainstream news outlet here) just made me a worrier.
I found 'tis less miserable being the warrior. 

For, your existence's toll means to suffer.
One may only welcome and accept its greatness on the front end
or combat it at its greatest on the back,
when they waste their lives building buffers.

For, 'tis better to be defeated by a strong enemy
than to cowardly swat the unsuspecting honeybee.
 
From the Soul,

📕““No Rest for the Worry: Why I Turned off the News (Poem)” ” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with the family. I hope you all enjoy. Until then, feel free to check out my other published materials.

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