talking points

1

We fight for ideals
With words that thru history's haze
Has no present value
We harbour for the dead who were
Contemporary dissenters
We don't know what we want 
Nor do we realise what we need
We are more lost than found 

2
We realise slowly 
That history has its own
Wanton comedy
The stage is our indecisions
Its audience our shadow
We hope with
A lethargic inconsistent will
That's easily blown away in the wind
We still soldier on
Looking for items that were trinkets in the past
For glory that's irrelevant but gets applause
We sigh not enough and our
Tears don't come no more
to greet this 
Unrealistic fraternity

3

Give us a break
We can't breathe without 
Ingesting knowledge and lies
We can't be happy unless its in a selfie
We roam the stage of life to get bit parts
Why cant we enjoy 
A simple noiseless life
Its ambition that caused despair
Fed by our prostrations to a handheld gear
Light up our dreams 
And fall to earth eventually
A numbers game is internet glory

4
When and who is the man of hope
Multiplicity of life is a dismal scope
A haze of insincerity he must traverse
He came and gone in a tweet
Replaced by a video with comic feats 

5

I rest my case
I said a lot
I debated with the wind 
And dented my chin
I'm off to think of words
That will explain life's worth