Bread and Circuses
I bet you there’s a secret UN unit
tasked to plan the sporting schedule through the year:
football and rugby all winter; each summer, cricket;
the Grands Prix; tennis Majors; the one-in-four
Olympics or World Cups; the marathons
in major cities; sailing; skiing; darts;
the cycling classics; golf . . . Across the Pond
the NFL and baseball. As one starts
another pauses so, indefinitely,
it’s always game-on for you and me to watch
in a world in which we’re duped and doped to be
couch-potatoes gawping at top-notch
gladiators – the goal being we fail to see
how those who lead us botch their jobs, scot-free.
Tom Vaughan
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Tom
Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.