Say something I'm giving up on you. 
Words healed but turned into poison too. 
Anyway I'll hope you'll not go rogue. 
As universal wisdom loses its place, and madness
Fills the space, contemporary  and lifeless, 
Till all tongues are tied in fearful sadness. 

Write something I'm giving up on you. 
Thoughts healed but turned into poison too. 
Anyway I'll read you and not Vogue
As editorial muscle crushes creative clout,
And ink gets scrubbed off History's mouth; 
The victor's and the loser's versions are out.

Show something I'm giving up on you. 
Shows healed but turned into poison too. 
Anyway, I've known fairies become orcs
When Fulton gets replaced by Charlie's antics, 
And outrage is sought by setting distended ticks
On minds of unsuspecting kids, glued with sepsis.

Play something, I won't give up on you. 
I pray something can seed new hope from you. 

(c) nyonglema