This Time

This summer 

in this city

brings me back to troubled times

announced in hushed tones 

on black 

and white 

tv; it formed the soundtrack of our lives. 

This time it's so hot 

that money melts 

quicker than we can make it;

quicker than the company 

can decide 

to put enough aside

to throw our way

like the the biblical rich man

to the dogs.

This time, the violence is horrifically new

and yet, pit-of-the-stomach familiar. 

All in HD

24 hours a day

for our eternal
entertainment. 

This time, we are walled away, 

each alone in our 

climate-controlled cubicle 

complete with computer 

that goes everywhere we go

to distract us

from reality. 

It is happening again,

but this time, 

I don't see

a revolution.