The tinted screen

Social media is distorting our view of the world…

Emerging from the fog of dreams I first
Began to check the news, to see what signs
Of God might perhaps be found amid
So many claims and counterclaims online

And then, unthinking, went down rabbit holes
That seemed to educate and entertain…
I could have lost myself ago had not
The grey autumnal light begun to claim

My darkened room. And so I chose to lay
Aside this mirror of my blighted soul
To look beyond my own protective walls
Outside to find the good and true and whole –

Four blue tits flitting swiftly through the bush
Beneath my bedroom window; raucous crows
Disputing with an angry magpie; gangs
Of pigeons flocking where the sparrows throw

Discarded seeds; while in the scudding clouds
A hint of rainbow even could be seen.
And as I made my breakfast so I thought
Of those imprisoned by their tinted screens

Who will this day send vitriolic tweets
Or paint graffiti on their neighbour’s wall
And demonise the tribes of left and right
But little think one God is judge of all.