Good News (Count Zero)

Good news is not news to you, Not without evil, or pain. Well, watch out before your life Seeps itself right down the drain. Soon you'll be a bloodless soul Bitter tears is all you'll sweat Groaning over what you got; Sad for what you'll never get. Kvetch, bitch, and complain all day. God forbid Life runs it's course! You can't hope without regret. You don't dream without remorse. If you only knew your lot, How it stands in space and time, You'd be glad for what you got. You'd see good news ain't no crime. Amplify trivial events Just to win the pity game. Shape frustrating incidents So there's someone you can blame. Call bearers of all offense Some banal, derisive name. Hate can make such simple sense: Those different from you are all the same. No news is good news no more. It's all part of their grand plan; Broadcasting "Killers Roam the Streets!" Helps you fear your fellow man. That way you will never dare Harvesting a common ground, Joining forces with his flock, Building louder powers with Love's Sound.