Can someone, please, find me a fight
Where wrong is wrong, and right is right?
Where evil is as plainly wrought
As Hook, or maybe Voldemort.
I long to have things cut and dried,
With facts too clear to be denied.
And then I’ll need the words to say
To make the whole world think my way.
I long to be righteously mad.
A clear-cut war like good-guys had
In movies, like they used to be.
But real-life has complexity.
The problem is, the more I know
The fuzzier the lines all grow.
And I can’t tell dark-grey from black.
Simple distinctions blurred by fact.
And I’m afraid for everyone
Once this mad two-teamed fight’s begun
And each of us must pick a side,
And any doubt must be denied.
Cos we’re all biased, every man;
And all the news is partisan.
We hear the news we choose to hear,
Agree with views we feel most dear.
And slowly we cease to perceive
The worth of things that ‘they’ believe.
With each attack we grow more keen.
And truth lies buried