Sorry if today’s poem doesn’t end as strong as maybe it should, I had a hospital appointment, which only left me an hour spare to write. My doctor phoned about my blood pressure, followed by another unexpected call, from our power company. Do you remember when we were the patients or customs, and the providers answered our calls ? So, to answer the prompt, I was happy in my ignorance, but that didn’t make it right.

A quick explanation for the heading photo, these parakeets are now living in our local park.

Age of Ignorance.

Call it an age of innocence, or an age of ignorance, We all suffer it to some degree. Some of us wake up, most of us don’t, I was nearly fifty when I began to see.

We’re not meant to see at all, Just be good citizens and comply. Toe the line, pay your tax, Go out and buy, buy, buy.

I was busy, I was skilled, I was building my career. The blinkers were on,  No time to see, the thing I now most fear.

Lack of freedom, lack of identity, Has snook up on us all. How many wake up ? How many answer the call ?

I’m tired of being told what to do and not, “I don’t want an iPhone” and having people laugh, I hate I can only pay by card, when I go for coffee to a cafe.

We’re being duped Oh can’t you see? Into being  mammons fodder. I refuse to live like that, I’d sooner just not bother.

All words Meadowhead Bard.