J. R. Hyland


THE LOOKING GLASS
Poetry by J. R. Hyland

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THE LOOKING GLASS
Poetry by J. R. Hyland

The TV screen
holds up to us
A mirror of
our constant lust,
To imitate,
To play a role
that overlays
the very soul,
And keeps us all
imprisoned by
A shadow world
where souls must die
So shadow selves x night is seen
can live a lie.

PRESENTING MOM:
Benevolent
and spreading rays
Of sunshine through
her family’s days.

NOW ENTER DAD:
Intrepid foe
of poverty;
Defender of
the faith: Money.

THE OFFSPRING COME:
Above such gross
concerns are they
Who walk another,
better way;
Where affluence
is justified
in back-pack, boots
and four-wheel drive:
Transformed in them
and now worthwhile,
The sunshine of
their mother’s smile.

They are the
perfect product of
The death of truth,
of life, of love;
Of schizophrenic
split that we
Call wisdom and maturity.

For men have always
sought to hide
And live apart
from truth, and tried
To substitute,
conveniently,
The ideas of
society.

But juxtaposed
now, on each screen,
In prime-time, every
night is seen
The face of that
which we create
from building blocks
of greed and hate.

The bulletin
and newscast show
The truth, and
interrupt the flow
Of story, ads
and games we play
To occupy us
night and day.

And every day
we live a lie
And every night
a soul must die
Till all that’s left
to populate
The earth, are
lies. And games. And hate.
 
We sabotage
this world, then we
Watch it die
on our TV;
Innocent,
devoid of guile;
Mother, father
loving child:
Playing roles
until the day
The world’s a stage
no more. Doomsday.